Page 67 of V is for Valentine
“They’re in my jacket upstairs.”
Her shoulders drooped. “We’re going to have to call my dad to get Deke’s number.”
“Okay.” He waited for her to pull out her phone, but she didn’t seem to be moving. He gave her a narrow-eyed look as a bad feeling came over him. “You don’t have your phone.”
“Adele isn’t singing in-person upstairs.”
He pushed his hands into his hair, then abruptly dropped them again. “I have a client meeting in an hour.”
“I have a date.”
“A date?” He dropped his chin to his chest.
“Not a date, date. I’m going for drinks and finance talk.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Cade Kincaid?”
All he could do was shake his head.
“It’s not a date,” she insisted.
“No. It is. He’s using the finance thing as a come-on. Where is this nondate?”
“Some new place La Paloma or something.”
“Le Petit Holly. It’s a quiet, romantic spot.”
“He did say it was quiet. I assumed it was so we could talk.” She pushed her lower jaw sideways in frustration. “Doesn’t matter now. Cade’s going to think I stood him up.”
“Good.” Danny propped his hands on his hips and studied the window above them. “You might fit through that.”
“If it even opens.”
He looked around, then headed for the lockers.
“No tools or anything of use,” she said from behind him. “Coveralls and books.”
He opened the lockers anyway. Coveralls and books.
“Told you.” He turned back and she added, “Why did you follow me? I told you I had it.”
“Because some stupid, protective instinct kicked in and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I don’t need protecting.”
“You’re going on an accidental date with Cade Kincaid.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Felix,” he said softly. “Sometimes you charge into things before you think about them.”
She looked as if she were about to ask, “When?” only to have the answer present itself. More times than they could count when he was involved.
“I thought you might need a hand,” he added. “And that the circumstances warranted an exception to the keep-your-distance rule.”
Felicity made a show of looking around the small room. “Yeah. We won’t be doing that for a while.” She turned her attention to the window, judging the size. The ductwork above their heads gave a few pops and pings as Bertha continued to merrily blow hot air, almost as if mocking them. Felicity propped her hands on her hips and shook her head, obviously not liking the look of the window situation. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered.
