“Oh, unless you don’t know how to make it.”
He’s not a bartender, Millie.
“I know how to make one.”
Spike scowled and went to open his mouth.
“But are you able to make it without the alcohol,” she added.
“So a virgin daiquiri?” Grady asked.
“Yes, please. Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Grady said smoothly.
“If you’re both finished, can we get onto the important stuff?” Spike barked, making her jump. Even Mr. Fluffy gave a small woof of surprise.
Damon turned away from where he’d been staring out the viewing window to the strip club below. She wondered how late it stayed open. She already felt fatigued and it wasn’t even midnight.
“What are you going to do with him?” Spike asked.
Steele looked over at Grady.
“It’s tricky. We let him go and he’s likely a danger to her.” Steele nodded to her.
“To me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Steele replied. “Assholes like that don’t take kindly to people getting in their way. Especially women. Plus, you tasered him.”
“Spike punched him.”
“Yes, but Spike is a man,” Grady told her.
“Well, that’s hardly fair.”
All three men gave her incredulous looks.
“I’m just saying that he should hate us both equally is all,” she muttered.
“So get rid of him,” Spike said sharply.
“It could create issues with the rest of them,” Grady commented.
“You cannot let him leave, not when he’s a threat to her,” Spike countered.
Steele nodded. “You’re right. We’ll deal with him.”
Grady handed her a drink in a gorgeous glass then handed everyone else their drinks.
“So . . . umm . . . by take care of him, what exactly do you mean?” she asked.
None of them answered her. Which was an answer in itself. Oh shoot. That was what she thought.
Damon gestured for her to sit on a sofa. He sat on the one opposite while Grady took an armchair. Spike remained leaning against the wall.
“Do you know who the Devil’s Sinners are, Millie?” Damon asked, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his legs.
“No, should I?”