Deja Vu. Fern Michaels

power nap.”

      “Well, now that you mention it, yeah, I do feel like I could kick your ass all the way to Baltimore and back.”

      “In your dreams.” Harry cackled.

      “Yeah, in my dreams,” Jack said.

      “It’s late, boys. Time for me to head home,” Elias said. “Don’t look at me like that. I only had one glass of beer, and I just had two cups of very strong black coffee. You boys lined up all those soldiers, so I suggest you all take a taxi home. Nellie’s going to be wondering what happened to me.”

      “Who you kidding, Elias? She already knows everything that happened, just like the girls already know. If Maggie knows, they know. You’re right about the taxi, though. I can pick up my car in the morning. Harry, you want to go with me, or I can drop you off.”

      “I drank tea. Not only are you stupid, you are not observant. You and Bert drank all that beer.”

      “Oh, my goodness gracious,” Jack said.

      “Damn,” Bert said.

      “Good night, boys,” Elias said as he made his way to the door. “This place really hops,” he muttered to himself. “I wonder if Nellie would like to come here sometime.” He scratched that thought immediately. Nellie did not like noise, nor did Nellie like bars and raucous laughter.

      Right now he wasn’t even sure if Nellie liked him. Oh, well, tomorrow was another day.