Chapter110: 110

We head downstairs to my waiting car and go to dinner, but I have no intention of letting things with Steve go. I can read people and that guy isn’t harmless. “Wow, I had no idea this place was here.” We step down off the street through a hidden door and into a jazz club. The lights are dim, the ambiance is romantic as the sultry voice of a woman on stage fills the room. “Evening, Mr. Vaughn,” the owner greets me, taking us to a quiet circular booth in the far back of the club. It’s secluded but we can still see the stage in the small room. We place our drink orders with the waiter. “I love the velvet.” She runs her hand over the tufted material of the booth. “This place is like a throwback.” “It used to be a speakeasy during prohibition. The owner, Les Palmer, his grandfather started it, then his father ran it and now he does. It’s a jazz club but on the weekends like tonight, they also have cabaret.” “So is this your go-to date spot?” She gives me a cute look but I know she’s being s