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Silvia laughed. “He wants to know where we’ve been, Angie.” She smiled at him. “We went to La Pachanga.”
“The nightclub off of highway seventy-two?”
“Yes,” Angie said. “It’s the first time I’ve been there.”
“I go there often. The guys love to dance,” Silvia said.
Crow fixed his gaze on Angie. “Did you dance a lot?”
“She did,” her friend answered.
A small laugh pushed through her lips. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You did just fine,” Silvia said. “Most of those guys are good leaders.”
Angie glanced at him, then turned away. “I didn’t dance all that much.”
“They have live bands there, right?” he asked, loving how the pink color in her cheeks deepened.
“Yes, Tejano Heat played tonight. I love them,” Silvia said. “Have you been to La Pachanga?”
“No, but a friend of mine goes there all the time with his old lady.”
“You should try it sometime—you’d be a real hit with the ladies.”
“Silvia,” Angie said, lightly swatting her friend’s arm.
“What? I’m only saying what’s true.”
“Your booth’s ready,” the hostess said.
A look of relief washed over Angie’s face, and he chuckled inwardly. It was too fucking cute how uncomfortable she was.
“See you around,” she said before scurrying toward their table.
I’ll have to ask Muerto about La Pachanga and the dudes who hang out there.Muerto used to party there with his non-club buddies before he hooked up with Raven. Now they were regulars at La Pachanga and La Chispa, too, and would go out dancing a couple of times a month. Crow was a metalhead through and through, and he didn’t know the difference between cumbia or Tejano music, so whenever Muerto asked him if he wanted to come along, he always declined.
As Crow walked to the rear of the diner, he glanced back at Angie and caught her studying him. At that moment, it felt like an electric current passed between them. A jolt of surprise from his reaction surged through him.Fuck. That was intense.Turning away, he continued toward Josh and Benny.
“Who’re the chicks?” Benny asked as Crow slid onto the cushion.
“They’re pretty,” Josh added.
“Some people I know,” he answered nonchalantly.
For the next half hour, he tried not to look at Angie but found that completely impossible. His eyes kept wandering toward her lush hair, perky breasts, and high cheekbones. A drop of ketchup dotted her lower lip. Damn, how he wished he could lick it off before crushing his mouth against hers.
Crow shifted in his seat as his jeans grew tighter. What the fuck was the matter with him? Each time he saw Angie, his dick had a mind of its own. The way she kept sneaking glances at him while pretending to be interested in the poster on the back wall above his head was turning him on more than he cared to admit. Her body, her smile, her laugh … hereverythingwas a wet dream waiting for him to fuck.
“I have to get going. I promised Stu I’d help him lay down the flooring in his basement. Are you getting in on that?” Josh asked.
“Uh?” Crow said, dragging his gaze away from Angie.
“Are you helping Stu out tomorrow?”
“Nah. I already told him that. I have stuff to do.”
Benny laughed. “Like bang a few chicks?”
