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Because Autumn had visited the Eleventh Hour Lounge before — she and Michael had dropped in several times while they were dating — she knew what to expect. The place was actually a lot nicer than its unassuming exterior might suggest, with dark-paneled walls and stained-glass windows and a huge, Victorian-style bar that took up most of one wall. Along the wall opposite the bar was a series of booths, and the space in between held several round tables that could seat up to six people each.
Rachel guided her to one of those tables, murmuring, “I figure it’s probably not a good idea to hide ourselves in one of those booths if the point in being here is for Michael to see you.”
“No, probably not,” Autumn replied in a similar undertone. She glanced around, and reassured herself that her cu
