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Indio had a laugh at him. “You’re so cute when you’re sexually frustrated. I like it.”
They left to head over to the club and the air felt cool, after a hot day, and there were wispy clouds in the sky, standing out starkly from that brilliant blue.
Big Sky Country, that was what Montana was called, and every single day, he knew why.
It felt almost like a blanket over the world, that blue sky. He felt comfortable, loved, like he was a part of something so big. Some people felt small, knowing how big the universe was, how many millions and billions of systems could be out there, but not Sel. He felt a definite part of all of it, an important part. Without him, something would be missing.
The tree lines were darkened in the evening light, a gentle breeze letting their tops sway like they were in on the party. The fear and tension that held the ranch when he’d first arrived was gone and all he felt was pure optimism.
“Hey,” Indio said to him.
After turning his head from one view, he got an even better one, in Indio’s smiling face. “Yeah?”
“Tonight’s going to be great. I’m glad I’m here with you.”
It was one of the most romantic things Indio had ever said. He wasn’t one for words, but he was trying, and that meant more to Sel than anything in the world. “I’m glad too. So much.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Dante and Blaine met them at their SUV and Blaine opened the door for Sel. After the bruising hug, Blaine said, “Look! People are already showing up!”
There were tons of people milling around outside the club, trying to peek through the high privacy fence that surrounded the eastern side of the place, laughing and carrying on.
“Should we open early?”
“Dante asked, but no. It’s only fifteen more minutes and we’re waiting for Tango. He’s stressed about everyone being in one place. I think it’s PTSD over Brooks.”
Sel could understand that, but when he looked around again, he saw many of the bikers and bulking mob men, as well as just a ton of bulking men in general. “They’d be stupid.”
“He’s head of security, so he takes everything too far, which is a good thing.”
“I suppose, yeah.”
Dante came around the SUV with his arm around Indio. “Nice robe, Sel.”
“Thanks,” he said, embarrassed.
Dante and Blaine were both wearing white suits, Dante with a maroon shirt under his blue tie, and Blaine with a pink shirt and no tie. “You both look beautiful.”
“When don’t we?”
Sel hugged his uncle and they walked as a group to the entrance where Jace and Roland were waiting. There were hugs all around and the feeling of pure cheerfulness. It was catching, and Sel couldn’t stop smiling.
“Are we ready, manager?” Dante asked Jace.
“We’re ready. The go-go dancers are all set, the bartenders are at all the juice bars, and the band is set up to play for the first hour before we have the shows beginning.
Sel had seen pictures of the original Cowpokes in Colorado. The one Roland had designed for Montana was similarly barn themed, but much bigger.
There were four levels. The main level held the stage, a long juice bar, an aftercare room for those giving shows on stage, the bathrooms and stairs.
The next floor up was for private rooms where people could reserve a room for an hour or two at the most, while the top floor was for VIPs.
In the basement were the offices, changing rooms for the staff and storage. It was all done well, and Roland was over the moon proud of it.
“People have been calling in all day, so the private rooms are reserved until two in the morning.”
“That’s wonderful,” Dante said. “Where is your Tango?”
