They all made plans to meet the next day for a last-minute strategy session before the Race. And by strategy session, they meant several pitchers of beer and a lot of trash talk that probably wouldn’t come to fruition. Michael figured he’d have to try to take her aside then. Maybe she’d even wear her kilt. It was past eight o’clock, so Jennings was in bed when Michael got home. He was too wound up to watch a movie or consider the possibility of sleep, so he headed out to the old barn to get the Frogger game going. He’d already started researching where he could buy a few more vintage arcade games and maybe even a pool table. A game barn probably shouldn’t have been first on his to-do list for the Second Chance Ranch, as they’d formally named their company on the business license applications, but if there was one thing Michael knew, it was that every man needed somewhere to unwind and let loose. He pulled open the door of the barn and stopped, on immediate alert. It was usually dark in there and smelled of a combination of old things.
