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“No? Well, what if I left with you? Would you win the money?”
He wrinkled his forehead at me. “I don’t follow.”
“I think I’m going to leave anyway. You could walk out with me. Win the bet.”
He smiled. “You’d do that?”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
He glanced over at the men across the room.
Carhartt Jacket was holding a guitar.
Daniel’s eyes came back to mine, and a smile played at the corners of his lips. “If we do it, we split the money.”
I turned to Liz. “Liz, on a scale from one to serial killer, how dangerous is this man? Am I safe to walk out into a dark parking lot with him?”
She smiled. “Daniel is the only guy I’d leave this bar with.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” he said. “You’re my cousin.”
She laughed. “He’s harmless.”
“And he’ll keep up his end of the bargain and pay me?” I asked.
She dried a tumbler with a rag. “Even if those idiots don’t keep up their end of the bargain and pay him, he’ll pay you. It’s the kind of person he is.”
I looked back at Daniel, and he shrugged. “I’m not an asshole. It’s my favorite thing about myself.”
I felt my smile reach my eyes. He was funny.
“Okay,” I said. “We have a deal.” I nodded at the barstool next to me. “But sit and talk to me for a bit. Otherwise they won’t believe you wooed me.”
He looked at his watch. Then he seemed to decide he had time and took a seat.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “What do you do?”
“I’m a property manager,” he said.
Liz laughed from behind the counter where she was pouring beer from the tap. “He’s the mayor.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Wow, the mayor?”
He gave her a look. “It’s more of an honorary title. This is a small town. My duties are very minimal.”
Liz shook her head. “He’s being humble. He’s sort of everything around here. Calls bingo on Saturday nights, volunteer firefighter. He’s even Santa.” She nodded to one of the framed articles above the cash register.
Santa Comes to Wakan.
The article was accompanied by a color photo of a fat Santa Claus with a little boy on his knee.
I looked back at him with a smile, and he changed the subject. “And what do you do?”
I shrugged. “Nothing worth mentioning.”
I didn’t like giving out my personal information to a stranger.
He didn’t push it.
