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“…do you believe in your own performance?” Before she could answer, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at it, and a new, more immediate fury tightened his features. “Change of plan,” he bit out. “We’re not waiting for dinner. We’re going now.” “Why?” He showed her the message. It was from an unknown number, but the content was clear: a grainy photo of an older man leaving a run-down gym. The caption read: “The Book” Marino. Likes to talk about the curious girl who bought him drinks at The Vesper. Meeting his bookie in one hour. 33 River Street.’

“Can’t you just call them and tell them you have double booked, or that it was a misunderstanding?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” “But you gotta do something. The day before or after then?” He checked his lists again and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but everything is full. We don’t have anything available until October.” I groaned. “Tell me the names of the people who booked it.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s confiden...” “GIVE ME THE NAMES OR I’LL USE YOUR HEAD TO POLISH MY CAR!”

I’d locked it before he closed it, not that it mattered… no one would steal a piece of crap car like mine and I kept nothing of value in it. The wind had picked up since I left the restaurant, and I pulled my coat further around me as we walked down the street. “I’m Danielle, by the way. Um, Dani, actually.” “Booker.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Booker.” “Just Booker.” “Oh. Okay.” He smiled. “You mentioned your club’s yard.” I frowned. “What kind of yard?” “This location’s our wreck ’n’ tow yard. Got other businesses in other locations,” he said vaguely. “Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.”

Nevena explained, “It’s urgent.” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but Mr. Hunt is currently attending the opening of his new hotel at Crescent Estate.” “Okay…” Nevena swallowed hard. “But ma'am, is it possible that I book an appointment?" “Yes…but his schedule is completely booked for this week. However, I can schedule you for a meeting next week Tuesday, that is if it is okay with you?” “That’s okay,” Nevena agreed. “Thank you” “Alright Ma'am, but please—I will be needing your full name and number to complete this requirement” the woman requested. “Nevena Bachvarov” She replied before hanging up slowly, her reflection ghosting disappointment and resolve.

He thinks I stole his boyfriend from him. “If you’re giving me this shitty attitude just because you think I’m with your boyfriend then you better drop the act. He’s not even my type.” “You wish!” Miles fired back. Someone cleared his throat loudly and when I turned around, I saw the book Keeper. There was a book in his left hand with a black cover. I was expecting him to appear with a massive book but what was in his hand could barely amount to 200 pages. He dumped the book on the counter. “There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.”

She let out a breath, shaking her head as she left the chair before pointing at me. “Let me break it down for you to understand. The bookshop you lockpicked— don't even fucking argue against that. I know for a FACT thai I locked it— and intruded on is MINE and it's on the other side of this room which I ALSO own because I own the entire BUILDING.” She huffed indignantly.

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He exhales, then reaches into his jacket pocket. For a moment, my pulse jumps, I’m not sure why but then he slides something across the table. A folded napkin. “What’s this supposed to be?” “An invitation,” he says. “Dinner. Friday night.” I blink, scoffing. “You’re asking me out?” He grins faintly. “Not a date. A meeting. You want answers? Come to La Verona, the Italian place on 14th. Eight p.m.” My body stills.

"Just a dinner, with a private room, with people who actually matter. Good food, good scotch, and you get to have one evening that is specifically about you before you become a husband again." I looked at him. "You've already booked the room." "Two weeks ago." I sat back. "James." "Sir." "You booked it before asking me." "I booked it because I knew you'd say no and then agree, and I didn't want to lose the reservation window." He said this entirely without apology.