Chapter 6

But as cute as he was, he always looked so serious.  Come to think of it, I had never actually seen him flat-out smile.

I had seen him frown though.  At me.  Like last night.  Sigh.  Crap night.

We had both asked him to dance about 3 weeks ago after Hanah and I first spotted him at Doyle’s.  We were very good at noticing hot new men.

Hanah had asked first..  Very few men turn down Hanah.  “Bouncers can’t dance at Doyle’s,” he politely explained to her.  That was a lie.  Most of them danced at the beginning of the night, my guess was to get the feel of the crowd.

But when I had asked him earlier, he had just said, “No,” and then had walked away.  No polite lie.  Nothing.

Maybe it had something to do with my spotting him a couple of days earlier at the Minneapolis Court House.  He was looking really disheveled and was surrounded by 3 or 4 Minneapolis cops.  They were all talking and then he saw me.

I was about to smile that friendly little smile you give people when you don’t really know them all that well, but you don’t want to be rude and ignore them.  All of a sudden they put hand cuffs on him and led him into the jail part of the Court House.

I quickly looked away.  But he had seen me.