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“I heard that. The bar open tonight?” she asked.
A thought crossed my mind, and I grinned as I eyed Lindy.
“What?” Lindy asked.
“Can I stay at your place tonight?” I asked while I covered the phone with my hand.
“Of course. What’s up?”
I held up my finger before I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, Mom. The bar’s open tonight. Booker is trying something new out. He’s theming nights now.”
“Theming nights? The fuck does that mean?”
Lindy clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling the laughter pouring from her lips.
“It means some nights have a theme now. Tonight is ‘leather and lace.’ Men are in leather. Women are in racy lace,” I said.
“It’s about damn time that boss of yours did something to get more men in there. I gotta go shopping. See you tonight.”
“I’m not working, but have fun,” I said.
“Always do, sweet cheeks.”
“You are so bad,” Lindy said as I hung up the phone.
“Serves her right for being a bullshit mother,” I said.
“I would love to see the look on her face when she shows up all dressed up, and there’s no one there,” she said.
“Thanks for letting me stay at your place. But we’ll have to go home soon so I can pack.”
“Yeah. She’ll definitely lock you out of the house for this one,” she said.
“Did you get us a time for the tour tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yep. The realtor said she can do anytime, so I told her three in the afternoon. We can sleep, eat, then go, prepared to walk around for a while.”
“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” I said.
“Smart ass.”
CHAPTER 4
I having a feeling I might just blow up from excitement.
Even as I stood behind the bar serving drinks, I couldn’t get my mind off the warehouse. Lindy and I had gone to see it the day before, and it had been better than the pictures portrayed it to be. Plenty of space, with rooms on the inside already divided by walls. The loft upstairs spanned the entire length and width of the building, which gave me over three thousand square feet of space to set up a new home for myself.
I could see everything as I walked into that place: the themed rooms with different sets of outfits, a room where Lindy and I could work on fixing up other people’s items, a shoe room, and a boot room. We could set up a denim room and a leather room, and another room for women’s nightgowns and extras to spice up their hookups and shit. It made me both thrilled and impatient for this new venture ahead.
And putting an offer in on the place meant I was one step closer to my dream.
We told the realtor of offer we wanted to put on the place: ten thousand below the asking price, at one hundred and forty thousand. She said she would put it in and get back to us on what the owner said, but she had a feeling he would be more than willing to offload the burden onto us.
The building wasn’t a burden. The building was a beacon for a new life Lindy and I could make for ourselves.
