Page 12 of Night's Fall
“Drinks?” a bartender asked.
We all twisted to order, and of courseIasked for my one of my usuals, a pink fizz.
“On my line,”Bashsaid to the bartender, putting our drinks on his credit line.
“That was kind, but not necessary,”Isaid softly.
“I disagree,”Bashreplied, matching my tone.
Right, this male seemed kinda lovely.
“So what do you all do?”Tayasked.
I wasn’t in the zone for a hookup, andBashseemed nice, and he was very easy to look at, soIannounced, “Catmanages theTemperaGallerydowntown.”
BothBashandTayturned right to her.
“Seriously?”Tayasked.
Cat executed a move that was something else in her repertoireIenvied, preening without looking like she was preening.
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
“So you’re the one who corneredTerrintonfor the first-ever showing he’s attended that’s happening next week,”Bashnoted, not hiding his interest.
Cat shrugged with faux humility. “Guilty.”
“Impressive,”Taysaid.
Cat sent him a dazzling smile (in case you’re keeping track, yup,Iwas also covetous of her dazzling smile).
I watched under my lashes to see ifBashwas dazzled.
It was as if he felt my gaze, and he looked right at me.
“And what do you do?” he queried.
Damn, not dazzled byCat.
But maybe, against all that was right in the world, dazzled by me.
I struggled for words that would make whatIdid sound a lot less interesting than it was, whenGayle, having a different goal entirely, answered for me.
“Have you seenSheetsorTheSunnyGladeorRumorsandTremors?”Gayleasked him.
“All three,”Bashanswered her while watching me.
Gayle hooked a thumb my way. “Laurawas the lead costume designer of all those vids.Shealso did all four seasons ofRainandPavements.Gotnominated for an award for that.Andshe got another nod forTheSunnyGlade.”
“I lost,”Isaid swiftly. “Bothtimes.”Ithen leaned forward to look aroundGayle, who was sitting next to me, toCat. “Itseems these guys are interested, so maybe you have a couple more invites for theTerrintonshowing?”
“We have room.Ican certainly add a few names,”Catpurred.
“That’d be fantastic,”Taysaid.
“Are you going?”Bashasked me.
“Actually,”—shit!—“yes.”
