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And when I see it.

She smiled up at me.

“So… what’s on your agenda tonight?” I asked her, finding my balls. “Your schedule is mysteriously empty.”

She studied me, probably wondering what I was getting at. “I mean, I could splash ‘party time’ across every night of the year if it helps you remember.”

“Is it party time?”

“I was thinking of hitting the Artemis. I know the DJ who’s playing.”

“Of course you do.”

“He’s from New York,” she supplied, like that was supposed to be meaningful somehow.

“I’m sure he’s incredibly talented and it’s a can’t-miss event,” I said. “But…” I reached down, putting my hands on the arms of her chair and leaning in close to her. “Are you bent on that plan?”

“Why? You don’t approve?”

“Just wondering if I could sway you.” My gaze drifted down to her mouth, so close to mine, and I brushed my lips over hers. “Like maybe if I gave you a better option.”

“And what would that option be?” she asked, a little breathless.

“How about dinner with me? You know, in public and stuff.”

A grin spread slowly across her face. “Why, Ronan Sterling. Did you just ask me on a date?”

“Yes, Summer. Yes I did.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Summer

That evening, while I was in my bedroom getting ready for my date with Ronan, Elle called.

“For fuck’s sake, lady,” I bitched as I answered her on speaker. I was just strutting into the bathroom to touch up my makeup—wearing a strappy purple bra, panties and garter-and-stockings ensemble. “How much urgency do I have to pour into a voicemail to get your popular ass to call me back in a timely fashion?” I set the phone on the counter and dug through my makeup.

“It sounded fun urgent,” Elle said dryly. “Not life-or-death urgent. Priorities.”

“What is more urgent than fun?” I asked, carefully applying my favorite mascara.

“I had a hungry baby.”

“Fine,” I conceded. “But trust me, this is almost as important.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Alright…” I finished applying mascara, then stood back from the mirror and checked myself out. “Brace yourself.”

“Okay…”

“Flynn is in love with your sister.”

Silence.

I dug through my lipsticks and selected one. There was no sound from the other end of the line, and I glanced at the phone. “Elle?” I started applying lipstick. “Hello? Did you drop the phone?”

“Uh… almost. What?”

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