“So let me get this straight—you’re dating Lucas Cartwright?” Mickey, another stripper from Lonnie’s, asked Toby a week later over breakfast at a nearby diner.
Toby nodded, stabbing into his over-easy eggs. “Seems like maybe I am. We’ve spent every single night together for the last week. Friday and Saturday nights he even picked me up from the club after the show.”
Mickey’s dark eyes studied him. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“What do you mean?”
Mickey shrugged and spread raspberry jam on a slice of toast. “It’s just that you’ve said yourself most guys seem to have trouble dating a stripper. I know I’ve run into that problem. And with this guy being a celebrity, I don’t know, it seems like it might get even more complicated.”
Toby had thought about it, of course. Once it
