Page 29 of Just One Night Together

“Come on!” Meesha said, almost as exuberant as Kyle. “Treat yourself tonight and check it out. It’ll take you a while. The list of dream dates for you is long.”

“With no help from you?” Cassie teased.

Meesha smiled and held up her hands, wiggling her fingers. “I do all my magic behind the scenes.”

“Spoken like a true social media diva,” Kyle said and Meesha took a bow.

“I’ll walk out with you,” Cassie said to Damon as he shrugged into his jacket. He nodded and held hers for her, then she pulled on her boots. “Going to the subway?”

“Yes.” He picked up his messenger bag.

“Me, too.”

“But what about my idea!” Kyle protested from behind them.

“I want to know,” Meesha said to him.

“I take that back,” Cassie muttered. “He’s like a kid, not like Tigger.”

“I heard that!”

“There’s a train in five minutes,” Damon said, tapping his watch.

“Mine’s in six,” Cassie said.

Kyle muttered a curse and flung on his coat before following them.

“But!” Meesha protested.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Cassie promised. “If it’s any good.”

They waved in unison to Christa on the desk and strode through the foyer together, Cassie’s heels clicking loudly.

“Empty retail space,” she said, shaking her finger at the space beside the shop carrying F5F merchandize. “I hate the sight of it. Every inch of this place should be making money.”

“Theo said he should have news on the permits for the condos this week,” Damon said.

“And not a moment too soon,” Cassie said. “This space, though, annoys me. It’s so visible to our members as they come and go. It looks like failure to me.”

“Street-level but not prime,” Damon said. “It’s tough to find the right business to rent it. It’s got to fit with the club’s vibe, be able to use a comparatively small space, and not need the visibility from the street.”

“I’ll think of something,” Cassie said, jamming her hands into her pockets then shivering as they drew near the glass doors. “It looks so cold out there.”

Kyle gave a theatrical sigh.

Cassie flicked a glance at Damon, then spun and stopped in front of Kyle. “Your idea is for that space,” she said, no question in her voice.

“And it’s so brilliant you will kiss my boot when you hear it.”

Cassie smiled and beckoned with both hands. “Come on, then. Hit me with your best shot.”

Inevitably, the pair of them launched into the chorus from the Pat Benatar song and Damon watched the minutes tick away. He could probably catch the next train. It didn’t really matter. His mom wasn’t going anywhere.

Meanwhile, Kyle was rocking around the lobby, playing his air guitar, singing the notes that the guitar should have been playing.

“Dadahhh!” He struck a final chord on his air guitar, jumping in place as he sang out the note, then slid on his knees to a halt before Cassie.

“And?” she prompted.

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