“Cool.” He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. I’d do anything for you, you know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“All right, let me get back to work, and I’ll meet you at the club around eight tonight, okay?”
“See you then.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon fending off Mr. Henson’s frenetic suggestions while trying to make headway on the landscaping project. By the time the crew and I returned to the trailer, it was six-thirty. Kyle had already gone home to get ready, as I expected.
* * * *
I walked into Ties That Bind at exactly eight o’clock. I had dressed in a similar outfit to the Friday before, but this time, the tank top was burgundy. I also wore underwear, since I was here for Kyle, not me. I searched the room for him and stopped in my tracks when I saw him leaning against the bar.