Not My Match (The Game Changers, #2)(11)

She turns around, her lips set, anger directed at me. “I will never use you on my Pinterest board as Vureck again.”

“I don’t even know what that means!” I call after her.

She ignores me as she exits, and dammit, with her in a strange temper, she’s liable to pick up some rando cowboy and bang him before the night is over.

I curse. “Giselle, wait a minute! Let’s discuss this. You forgot your shoes and . . . fuck.” I grab the shoes and bobby pins off the table and take off after her. By the time I get out of the door of the room, she’s already ten yards ahead, gliding between patrons, ducking and swerving. She dashes past the bouncer at the podium, the door flings open, and she’s gone.

At least she’s out of the club. She’ll go home and calm down, and I’ll call her tomorrow. We’ll talk, and everything will be fine, but on the other hand, I don’t want her fuming all night, angry. And I had wanted to take her to dinner once the opportunity arose earlier. Sure, I was circumventing Aiden, but we could have gone to Milano’s and had a decent time. She would have sat across from me, maybe explained exactly why she decided to take up serial dating, and I would have been on my best behavior. I could have offered advice, tips—dammit, I don’t know. I do know all those guys she mentioned are wrong, wrong, wrong. She’s been a little lost lately, a wounded look on her face, and shit . . . I jog to the exit, determined to catch up and talk to her.

“Devon! Yo! Wait up.” I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Cursing, I come to a halt as I hear the edge in Selena’s voice.

“I’m in a hurry. What’s wrong?” I study her frazzled expression, the way she’s chewed off her red lipstick. The closest thing I have to a sibling—we look alike. Dark hair, green eyes, chips on our shoulders. Our moms were sisters, and we grew up next door to each other. I got her settled here when she moved here from California last year.

“More like whose shoes are those?” She indicates the heels in my clutch. “If you want to explore female footwear, I know some great consignment boutiques downtown.”

“They belong to Giselle, the girl who fell earlier. She ran off,” I add, feeling torn all over again, part of me pointed toward Selena, the other to the exit.

“Like her already. You have my approval.”

“She’s a friend, Elena’s sister. Someone you haven’t met.”

“Huh. Her date was a jerk, but I kind of liked her.”

“Not for me.” I like my women only mildly interesting, someone I can forget. Giselle is not in that category.

Selena sighs. “One lousy girl broke your heart once, and now you’re a cynic. Someday I’d like a niece or nephew to cuddle. Wherever Hannah is, I hope she’s miserable without you.”

Not this again.

“All right, let that go. What’s going on?” I ask and tap my hands against my legs, antsy.

She twists her lips. “Besides the fact that another server didn’t show up tonight and the air is on the fritz, everything is peachy. I’m working on getting new bartenders, and the air guy says he’ll be here first thing in the morning.”

“Sounds like it’s under control.” I tend to not dabble with the internal workings of the club. I bought this place as an investment. Football is my one and only. “What else?” I want to focus on what she’s saying, but my head jumps between hoping Giselle’s feet aren’t being fried by the hot concrete on the street and wondering if she’s found Topher yet—and why my dad keeps calling me. I should have just answered his call earlier, but I didn’t want to take my eyes off Aiden. Jack said to keep him away from her. That was the only reason I butted in like I did.

“After Randy quit, you said I could hire someone for the new GM position. No one I’ve interviewed works. We need someone before this place becomes a shit show.” She’s holding a tray and cocks it on her hip as she stares at me expectantly.

It takes me three seconds to decide. “You’re the new GM. Should have made that call when he resigned. Hire a new bar manager to take your place. Solved.”

Her eyes flare, tinged with excitement. “No way. I can’t manage the whole club. I don’t even have a business degree!”

“You’re smart, hardworking, and everyone respects you. You’re it. Now get back to work.”

I’m about to turn back and see if I can catch Giselle in the parking lot, but Selena jumps at me for a tight hug. Her tray goes flying, hitting the floor, and the shoes poke me in the chest. I chuckle and pat her back. “Aw, you love me.”

“Fucking A, man, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t given me a job, and now you’re promoting me? Feels like I won the lottery.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek. “What’s my salary, boss man?”

Giselle has to be gone by now. I sigh. “What do you think you deserve?”

“What Randy was getting plus ten percent.”

“Two. Randy had experience. He managed three other places before this one.”

She bites her lip. “Five, and I’ll hire some new servers by the end of the night and find the best bar manager in Nashville by the end of the week. You know I can do it.”

I grin. She does work her ass off. “Three percent raise. Now go.”