Before we went inside, Mitch stopped me.
“Look. I rarely go in the front door at this club, so I don’t know what to expect. I usually hit the office, talk to the manager, and maybe stick my head in to see the house.”
He was looking expectantly at me, but I didn’t really understand why. Was he ashamed of me or something? Whatever the reason, I tried to reassure him anyway.
“Hey, I get it, man. It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
Why did that feel like a lie? We’d been doing a lot of stuff together in Stone Acres during the last few months.
He gave me a weird, almost disappointed look.
“No, Ben, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that the staff might start making a big deal of me coming in like I was a customer. I don’t know. I wanted you to be prepared if they act weird, just
