Bobbi followed Rick’s truck through the city streets with both hands on the steering wheel. The club was only a few blocks from Miller’s, just as Rick had said. Close enough that it felt ridiculous to be nervous about the drive. Far enough that every red light gave Bobbi time to rethink the decision he had already made. He could still turn around. That thought came easily. It always did. He could signal at the next intersection, take a different street, send Rick a message fr

For two weeks, Bobbi thought about Rick’s invitation. Not constantly. That was what he told himself, anyway. He did laundry. He bought groceries. He cleaned the kitchen. He took out the trash, checked the mail, answered messages, paid bills, and moved through the ordinary routines of ordinary days. But underneath all of it, Rick’s words stayed with him. There’s a Thursday evening at one of the clubs that’s usually set aside for first timers. First timers. The phrase should ha