Chapter Sixteen - James
Klempner’s face remains dead pan, but humour crinkles the corners of his eyes. Charlotte’s expression matches, but without the humour. “Let me see I’ve got this right...” She plants fists on her hips. “You, my father, are taking my husband to a strip club?”
Michael looks away, straightens his face, then turns back with an expression of apparent seriousness.
Klempner purses his lips. “Jenny, you wanted to be part of this. That means your... partners...” He nods toward Michael, then me... “... are also part of this.”
Her expression sours to a scowl. “Okay, I’m part of it. So, I’ll come too.” Michael raises brows, exchanges a look with Klempner.
I intervene, speaking for them. “To a strip club, Charlotte? I don’t think so.” Her face sets... “A man doesn’t arrive
