Page 47 of Jacob Michaels is Not Here

I laughed gently.

“Actually, a friend of mine has a show at a dinner club in Toledo on Friday. Lounge? Heard of it?”

Lucas indicated that he had. “You make new friends quickly.”

“She’s an old friend of the family,” I replied with a wink.

“Then she’s an old friend of mine.”

“Maybe we could go see her perform?” I suggested. “Then…a moonlit stroll along the Maumee? Maybe walk the birding trail out by Cullen Park?”

“All alone with you in the dark under the moon?” He grinned.

I nodded.

“Sounds more romantic than dinner and a movie.”

“A lot more romantic.”

“Then it’s a date, babe.” He kissed me.