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the man for that job.
    “Thanks,” Peter said as he opened the door to his place. “All safe.”
    “Good. Hopefully Carl can do something to secure the area at work.” Nash nodded.
    “I wanted to ask you something.” Peter waved him in.
    “What?” Nash stepped inside and closed the door.
    Peter got the feeling Nash was more paranoid about the stalker than interested in joining Peter. The guy was too good to be true. He kept his distance when most big, sexy gay men tried to show off their muscle.
    “Would you be interested in a side job?” Peter flipped on the lights and put his bag down.
    “Like what?” Nash folded his arms.
    “Protection for me. Drive me to and from the club, just for a couple of days. That stuff tonight was serious, and while I’m sure it’ll go away…I’d feel better with you. Carl probably won’t panic as much if we have that arrangement, as well. I don’t want them to pull me off the schedule.” Peter also craved being closer with Nash, but he’d save that for action instead of talk.
    “Can you afford it?” Nash asked.
    “Dancers get paid better, and the tips can be pretty big. It won’t be much, but you’re going there anyway. Fifty bucks a day?” Peter threw out a number.
    “Sure, I can use the cash. You should just report it to the police now,” Nash said.
    “They won’t protect me. It’s just paper. This is the practical move. Just as you should consider being a dancer. More money and tips. Plus, a good workout between performances and rehearsals.” Peter smiled.
    “I’m not a stripper. I’m sure there are plenty of young men eager to take their clothes off for money here. Security is what I do. What I’m good at.” Nash took a half-step toward the door.
    “You think you’re better than me, I get it. Military man. Discipline, security and all that. It’s great. It’s you. I like it. You don’t know who I really am yet. I’m about dancing. That’s my whole life. If it weren’t for a damn ankle crack, I’d be on a stage in New York or part of a touring ballet company. I was one of the best, and I’m still dancing. This might not be the dream, but there are a lot worse places. The guys are good, and the owners care about safety.” Peter turned his back on Nash. He’d hoped the night would take a different turn, but the mood was broken. Spilling his guts and past wasn’t in the plan, but there was nothing like safety worries to make one feel vulnerable. “Thanks for the help. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “You are amazingly flexible,” Nash said.
    Peter’s face felt hot, but he refused to look at Nash. “Men like that. It’s okay, you can go. Just pick me up tomorrow, and I’ll be safe. I can pay you in advance if you want.”
    Nash paced nervously and nodded. “You’re an excellent dancer. I’m not. I don’t want to learn your routines or go naked. I wasn’t trying to insult the place. I need the bouncer job, and I like it. Carl is direct. Ken and Avery are odd but somehow reliable. Are they a couple?” The whole speech came out as a rapid-fire admission equal to Peter’s.
    “Don’t ask.” Peter chuckled.
    “I see.” Nash put his hands behind his back as he walked over to Peter. “I’m no judge of talent, but you’re great at what you do. I just don’t have a desire to be on stage. I appreciate the suggestion.”
    “Carl mentioned it, too. You have a unique look. That military thing could be hot on stage. We need to keep the show fresh to keep the crowds coming in. Vegas is cutthroat competition. And if you can use money, it was just an idea.” Peter sat on his sofa and handed Nash a stack of money. “Three days protection in advance.”
    “I don’t need you to pay up front.” Nash wasn’t desperate for money. He lived simply and didn’t want Peter’s pity.
    “Take it. Then the business crap is done.” Peter shoved it in Nash’s hand.
    He pocketed the money and nodded. “Fine. Look, I know dancing is what you do.