Page 43 of Songs of Summer

“You know what I’m dying to see?”

“How many guesses do I have?”

Maggie lit up—because—a guessing game!

“Five.”

“And what do I win if I guess?”

She tilted her head again in thought.

“A first press of Miles Davis,Kind of Blue, but you’re never gonna guess.”

“Well, that was a good hint. I’ll cross off the usual suspects. Unless saying ‘you’re never gonna guess’ was a trick.”

Matt grimaced; Maggie smiled devilishly.

Matt took his time answering as they rode back to BayHarbor. He was very contemplative. He must have really wanted that album.

“Times Square!” he shouted, leaning into the trick.

She squashed it with a dramatic shake.

“Central Park?”

“I would love to see the park, but that’s not it.”

They reached the house and Matt planted both feet firmly on the ground.

“I hope it’s not the 9/11 Memorial.”

“Nope. Two more guesses.”

“That wasn’t a guess, it was a statement.”

She leaned her bike against the fence and disembarked.

“Ohhhh, you’re one of those.”

“One of those what?” Matt questioned.

Maggie put her hand over her mouth and coughed while saying, “Cheater.”

“I am not a cheater,” he retorted, nudging her on the arm. She found herself pushing into the nudge, adding a few seconds to the encounter before pulling back.

“OK,” she said coyly.

“I hate cheating of any kind. I’m serious,” he responded with a pout.

“I see that,” she laughed. “I’ll give you a hint. It is obscure and has something to do with my business.”

He paused; now more than serious, his expression was bound and determined.

“You want to check out one of those Japanese-style listening bars.”

“Shut the front door!” she gasped.

“I will, as soon as we are inside!”

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