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“Family discount.”
Lisa laughed. “I was only kidding.”
“About buying?”
“About the discount.”
“I wasn’t. Let me know.” He appreciated the change in subject.
Lisa smiled and nodded. “All right, I’ll keep that in mind.” She focused her attention back on the road, her hands firmly on the steering wheel.
As they drove, Langston couldn’t help but notice how well she handled the car, even with its high-performance capabilities. She was a natural.
“I’ve got to be honest; this place we’re going is nothing like where you took me.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m the one that’s taking you.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t appreciate the place as much as you appreciated mine.”
“Trust me, it’s not spectacular. Remember, I’m a bit goofy. I thought the place I would take you would be funny because of the story connected to it.”
“Now I’m really ready to find out what this place is.”
* * *
Ten minutes later,Lisa guided Langston the way he’d guided her before.
“Okay. Are you ready?”
“Ready as ever.”
She released his hands. “Take your blindfold off.”
Langston removed the blindfold and opened his eyes, immediately taking in his surroundings.
They were standing in front of a dimly lit building with a sign hanging above it that read The Horseshoe. The exterior was completely decked out in an old-school wild-west theme, complete with swinging saloon doors and a wooden exterior. Langston couldn’t help but smirk at Lisa’s choice.
“I have to admit, this place does have a certain charm to it,” he teased as they made their way inside.
The bar’s interior was just as expected: dark, smoky, and decorated with portraits of famous criminals. The only difference was that there was a live band playing on a small stage in the corner of the room.
Lisa led them to a table in the back corner, far away from the action. As they sat down, she sighed, looking around with a smile.
“I must know your story behind this place, Lisa. How often do you visit?”
“Oh, I’ve been to the Horseshoe plenty of times,” Lisa replied with a mischievous smile. “Back when I was a teenager, my sister and I used to come here to rebel. We’d always see some patrons fighting and get catcalled by others, then run away in the darkness of night and crawl back in the window of our bedrooms before dawn.” She shrugged. “Fun times.”
Langston chuckled, his eyes scanning the exterior of the bar. “To rebel, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t take you for much of a rebellious kid.”
She shrugged. “Aren’t all kids rebellious?”
He thought for a second. “Good point.”
