“Hey, Sand, what do you think?” she said, coming to a stop in front of him.
That you should go upstairs and change into something a lot less provocative. He didn’t say that, opting for, “You’re going to be the belle of the ball.”
“We’re going to a club, silly man, not a ball.” She linked her arm with Sand’s. “Don’t wait up, Dad.”
“When do I ever?” Mr. Lincoln grumbled. “Try to be home before dawn.”
She rolled her eyes, kissed his cheek, and she and Sand went out to his car.
“All right, where are we going?” Sand asked as he pulled out of the long driveway onto the street.
“You’ll never guess.”
“Which is why I asked.”
She grinned. “The Crimson Cathedral. They say it’s the hottest club in the city and me and my friends have never been there so tonight…”