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on top of the problem. Peter felt like climbing off the stage to diffuse the situation. This wasn’t a war zone, it was a strip club. They were here to entertain. But Nash didn’t approach the patron; he just followed him and watched.
    Peter glanced at the door, and Carl’s boyfriend, Hunter, was working it. Great, Carl had called in reinforcements, for nothing. The customer had a few drinks, and the group dance ended. Peter went backstage and waited his turn.
    “The new bouncer is working out.” Ken nodded to Peter in the mirror.
    “Good. I don’t know why Hunter is here.” Peter was in nothing but a flesh-colored brief that fit him like a glove while Ken put on a tux, only to rip it off again in a few minutes.
    “For backup. You know why. That overzealous fan spooked Carl.” Ken shrugged.
    “Tell him it’s nothing. He won’t listen to me,” Peter said.
    “I don’t think it’s a bad idea. The guy went into the women’s side just to see you? That’s not healthy. We both have seen the stalker fans in action.” Ken sighed. “Better to let the bouncers send the right message now.”
    “I don’t think he’s that bad. He hit on me a few times.” Peter didn’t want to think of himself as a target. “Fine, let them be overly cautious. I just don’t want it to hurt business.”
    “No one wants that. Nip it in the bud,” Ken said.
    “Seriously?” Peter stood up to head for the stage. “Nip it in the bud? You need to learn some new slang.”
    “Calling me old, that’s a good way to get me on your side.” Ken shook his head.
    “Just saying.” Peter stood behind the curtain, and once the applause from the last routine died down, he went into his handstand.
    Walking out on his hands got the crowd going, at least the regulars. Once in the middle of the stage, he turned so his ass faced the audience and lowered his legs together to be parallel to the floor. The control and discipline of ballet was something he’d kept up, even if one ankle had betrayed him.
    When he rotated his hips, opening his legs, the crowd screamed and cheered. He finally turned around and somersaulted back into a full split. Peter grinned but refused to look up at the crowd as he shifted his pose until both ankles were behind his head.
    This routine worked best on the men’s side. Men as flexible as he got a lot of attention. He wondered if Nash liked the show. Hell, he probably wasn’t even watching. Peter flipped and did a side split, then reversed with his back to the crowd, jiggling his ass just enough to keep them cheering.
    “That’s mine!” someone shouted above the crowd.
    The voice made Peter freeze for a moment. He turned and backed up on the stage. Nash moved in and grabbed the now-drunken customer. Peter stood on his good leg and stretched his other leg up as straight as possible in the air. His eyes caught Nash’s as the bouncer dragged the guy away.
    Unsettled, Peter finished his routine and headed backstage. He sat down and felt the jitters of opening night of a new ballet. The customer got drunk, and he was mad at Nash for last night—no doubt.
    When Ken came back from his performance, he sat next to Peter. “They called the cops. Carl has them out there now.”
    “Damn.” Peter shook his head. “He’s overreacting. The guy asked me out, and I tried to be nice about it.”
    “Bev never played loose with our safety.” Ken shook his head. “Don’t be modest or a fool. We all get our loonies.”
    “You’re welcome to mine. This is my first, anyway. I get hit on but never by the out-of-control ones.” Peter rubbed his eyes. He wanted to go home.
    He did his best to hide his unease, but couldn’t make himself move to change. Instead, Peter watched the other men get ready.
    “Take it as a compliment, but don’t let your guard down.” Ken changed for the finale.
    Nash walked up before Peter could make a joke about Ken being jealous. The guy still looked good, but he didn’t have the crazed fans as