Chapter 8

“She’ll be fine out here.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I’ve been coming here for a long time. It doesn’t really attract the rowdy element.”

Blake held the door open, allowing Edwin to enter first. As soon as he stepped into the dark, cozy building, he froze. Dream baby got me dreaming sweet dreams, the night time too.

“What is this?” Edwin asked.

“What?”

“This. This song.”

Blake shrugged and gently shoved him out of the doorway. “Something by Roy Orbison, I think. I don’t know. I don’t listen to all this old music.”

“No. I mean, yeah, it’s Roy Orbison. I haven’t heard the song in a while.”

“Yeah, but it’s a good one. Hey, Cathy, you didn’t start without us, did you?”

“I got you both a beer.” She spun on her stool with what looked like a margarita in her hand. “I love happy hour.”