Nana Prah - Path To Passion

“I needed to do a personal assessment. I did a walk-through and took some notes. I’d like to see the club in full swing. When is it busiest?”

Never almost slipped off her tongue. “Saturdays.”

“Great. I’m free then. Please let your bouncer know to let in an Isaac Graham. I’ll be incognito.”

Her mouth flapped open and closed. What kind of costume could he wear that would be able to hide his lusciousness from the world? “Isaac Graham. Got it. But why don’t you come as yourself?”

A grin filtered into his voice and she longed to see it. “I tend to draw a crowd wherever I go, and I’d like to see how things are on a normal night.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

“How’s midnight? Things should be heated up by then.”

Or not. “Sounds good. See you on Saturday. And thanks, Miguel.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You and I both know you’ll transform The Palace into a hot club again, so stop being humble. It never did suit you.”

His laughter settled as a warmth in her belly. “I’ll try to keep it in mind. See you Saturday.”

“Bye.” She waited until the line went dead before putting down her phone.

“No, Tanya.” Becca stood in front of her wagging a finger and shaking her head hard. “No. No. No. No. No.”

She hopped onto her feet so she didn’t feel so small. “What?”

“You’re already back in like with him. It doesn’t matter what he did to you—you still like him.”

“Cut it out. No, I don’t. He’s helping me.”

Becca anchored a hand on her hip. “You made him laugh. I could hear.”

She stared at her friend, waiting for clarification on her observation. “So?”

“Paired with your goofy smile, it’s a sure sign that you like him.”

Snatching up the bottle of wine, Tanya corked it and stalked to the kitchen. “Two glasses seems to be more than enough for you.”

Becca followed. “I’m not drunk and you know it. I want you to be careful. He’s never dated anyone for more than six weeks, and that’s only happened recently. His life has been a revolving door of women. No matter what the media says about him now, he’s a bad boy. Rich as hell, but still treats women as if they’re disposable.” She patted Tanya’s shoulder. “He’s already hurt you once. I don’t want it to happen again.”

She had difficulty shaking off the truth in her friend’s words. The pain he’d put her through hit her squarely in the gut. She’d never be able to forget his callousness. He cared for no one but himself, and she’d just have to remember it as they worked together. “I’m a grown woman, Becca. I can take care of myself. Miguel is going to help me rebrand the club, and then he’ll return to just being Josh’s best friend who I never see.”

Becca twisted her lips to the side and hummed. “Just be careful, okay.”

“Always.” Older, wiser and jaded, she’d be a fool to fall for Miguel again. He’d made her feel like an idiot once, and Broderick had done a better job of it than Miguel. The third time she’d be the one to end up on top.

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