Page 79 of The Devil of Downtown

“Will you just stop,” I laugh, pulling her into a quick hug before we peel off toward our separate platforms. “It’s probably Sloane.”

“Uh-huh. Bet you any money it’s not,” she calls, already halfway down the stairs.

I open the message feed, and—yep—my heart does that stupid tightening thing the second I see his name.

dane

I need to see you.

A stupid, sloppy grin lights up my face as I type.

me

I've seen you three times this week. How many tasks can a girl do?

dane

You should have read the small print when you signed up. Rookie error.

me

I guess I forgot who I was dealing with.

dane

Saturday night. I have something in mind.

me

Sounds ominous.

dane

It is.

me

I’ve got something at Vice nightclub I can’t miss on Saturday. What about Friday?

dane

Friday is my father’s engagement party. Reschedule Saturday.

I roll my eyes at his usual bossiness.

me

No, it’s something I promised a friend.

I swallow hard as the dots appear. Flicker. Disappear.

Dane Black doesn’t dono, but I can’t let Brody down. I promised I’d be at his launch night at Vice.

The dots reappear.

dane

Fine. But you’re mine after.