Page 16 of Five Mountain Daddies

We exchange looks again, grinning. “Nope,” I say. “Not atall.”

“Why not?” sheasks.

“You’ll see,” my brother says, and that ends theconversation.

Club Sheets is only about a ten-minute drive from where London works. We pull down a long gravel driveway and eventually park outside of this abandoned-looking warehouse in the middle of absolutelynowhere.

The only clue that this is actually a club is the fact that the parking lot is packed. There are tons of cars jammed in the makeshift lot out front of the warehouse building, and London gapes at themall.

“Holy… crap,” she says. “It’s socrowded.”

“Best club in the state,” I say as I kill the engine and we getout.

“Seriously?” London says, catching up tous.

“Seriously,” my brother says. “People come from all over to dancehere.”

“Wow,” she says, looking genuinely surprised… and pleased. “I had no clue Leadwood had something likethis.”

I smile at her and take her arm, pulling her against me. “You have James to thank for this place,” I say. “This used to be a lumber mill, but the owner got in trouble with some Russians and had to sell it cheap. He grabbed it and turned it into a nightclub… and the rest ishistory.”

“History?” she asks. “Russians?” She blinks at us, and we both laughtogether.

The doorman tonight is Mohammed. “Yo, Mo,” I say tohim.

He nods at us. “Evening, gents. Packed in there rightnow.”

“Good,” my brother says. “Anyone elsehere?”

Mo shakes his head. He’s a big Pakistani guy with a gentle laugh and hands that could snap a grown man’s neck. I’ve seen him get in fights before and he’s terrifying, but really a nice guy for the mostpart.

“Good,” I say. “Have an easynight.”

“Thanks,” Mo says as we pass him and head into the club. There’s a line outside, although not a big one, notyet.

The music washes over us as soon as we’re inside. Club Sheets has wide sheet-like streamers with lights projected onto them hanging from the rafters, which is where the club gets is name. The place looks incredible, like it always does, with a huge dance floor and a big bar off to one side. I lead the way, cutting across tables and right over to thebar.

“Roz!” I shout over the music. The bartender looks over and smiles as sheapproaches.

“What do you guys need?” shesays.

“The usual for us,” I say, and hesitate. “Make thatthree.”

Roz nods and walks off to get the drinks. London moves up between us, looking out over the place. The warehouse is pretty big, and looks even bigger without all the machines and lumber that used to be stored here. James did a lot of work to this space, upgrading just about everything, making it modern and gleaming and nice ashell.

“The usual?” London asksme.

“Gin and tonic,” I say. “That okay withyou?”

She nods, biting her lip. “That’d begood.”

“So, how late can we keep you?” my brother asksher.

She shrugs a little and smiles. “I don’t know,” she admits. “As late as you want, Iguess.”

I laugh softly. “I wouldn’t give us that power if I wereyou.”

“Maybe I want to,” she says,grinning.

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