Page 2 of Going, Going, Gone
“Party?”
“It’s just drinks and passed hors d'oeuvres, I think, with a silent auction for non-human prizes.”
Emma choked on the sip of water she’d been taking, spraying him. When she could speak again, she dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry, but that was your fault! I can’t believe you said that!”
Her laughter was infectious and soon Dylan joined her as he wiped his face, arms, and shirt with his napkin. “Thanks for the shower. In the future, remind me not to use sarcasm when you’re drinking.”
Their waitress returned with their lunches, and Dylan waited until she left again before pinning Emma with a pleading stare. “Please say you’ll do this for me.”
She popped a grape tomato from her salad into her mouth, then chewed and swallowed, before answering him. “Fine. I’ll do it. What time do I have to be there on Friday and what’s my bidding budget?”
“Seven o’clock, and I don’t care what it costs me as long as you win.”
