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often anymore. Peter admired Ken’s work ethic. Still, Peter had plans to teach dance before he hit retirement age.
    “You okay?” Nash asked.
    “Yeah, I just need to get ready for the finale.” Peter stood up and broke out of the funk.
    “Sit this one out,” Ken said.
    “He’s right. Carl said you’d be shaken up.” Nash nodded.
    “I’m fine. I love being on stage.” The stage was always his safe place. Where no one picked on him for not being a big, brawny guy or tried to push him around.
    “You can take one performance off,” Nash said.
    “Fine. Do I need to speak to the police?” Peter watched as the backstage area cleared out until it was just him and Nash.
    “No, Carl took care of it. The guy never got to you, but he caused a disturbance. That’s all. The police won’t even do anything yet.” Nash sat down. “But that guy has his eye on you, and it’s not safe. If he escalates, it’ll at least have a paper trail.”
    Peter had a hard time thinking about the stage or the man in the crowed when Nash was so close. The clean smell of Ivory soap mixed with raw male energy made Peter feel weak.
    “It’ll blow over.” Peter sat down.
    Seeing the fear in Peter’s eyes, Nash put a hand on his shoulder. “The guy got drunk. He’s not necessarily violent, but we have to take it seriously.”
    “Some customers get too into things. Carl won’t let him back in after that stunt.” Peter took a deep breath. “The best thing is for me to get back out there. Be normal.”
    “Not now.” Nash blocked his path. “Tell me about the guy. Has he been after you long? Tried to ask you out?”
    “I can do this with Carl. You’re still new.” Peter shook his head.
    Nash nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll wait and walk you to your car. Hunter has everything under control out front. Terry has been the only problem.”
    “So you found out the guy’s name?” Peter asked.
    “Sure. We’ve got his picture up in the office. Every bouncer has it. Carl’s got his full name and information from prior credit card payments. Cops gave him a warning.” Nash saw Peter’s eyes darted from the mirror to Nash and then to the ground. The guy was shaken up by the police.
    “Good, then he’ll probably find another strip club.” Peter smiled. “Thanks for the help.”
    “You really think it’s over?” Nash didn’t, but he’d seen the determination and lust in the guy’s eyes.
    “I hope so. Between you and the police, I think this man Terry got the message.” Peter stared at Nash’s powerful arms.
    “I think you need to be careful for a bit.” Nash had so far been able to ignore his attraction. When faced with action, he could push all his needs and wants down and focus on the problem. Now his body relaxed, and the desire rippled under the surface.
    “You have amazing definition.” Peter ran his hands up Nash’s forearms.
    “What?” he asked.
    The tingle of contact continued up as Peter squeezed and rubbed his hands over Nash’s upper arms. “Your muscles are impressive. You must work out all the time to maintain this.”
    “I work out. Showing off the strength probably helps with being a bouncer.” Nash took a step back. “Just let me know when you’re ready to leave. I’ll wait by the bar and relieve Hunter.”
    “No, wait. You’re not going to leave me all alone. You’re my hero, you saved me.” Peter grinned.
    Something had changed, and Nash knew he should get out of there. “I did my job. By the looks of your act, you’ve got plenty of muscle, too.”
    “Lean muscle. Ballet dancers couldn’t get too bulky—not like you.” Peter tugged Nash’s shirt from his jeans and pulled it over his head in a quick, smooth movement.
    “What are you doing?” Nash grabbed the shirt but couldn’t keep Peter’s eager hands off his hairy, muscled chest.
    “Checking out the package. Abs, pecs, and shoulders are well-defined. The crowds would go crazy for you.” Peter ran his hands down Nash’s chest