Kind of. I hadn’t seen or heard of him getting any more weird calls, and although I hadn’t forgotten about it, I sure as hell pretended that I had. Business kept him busy during the day and school was kicking my ass. It would have been nice to say we’d been able to see each other nonstop since his return, but that really wasn’t the case. Therefore, I’d planned to have him over at my apartment that night, a fact that had my friend Ang in a fit. Well, she didn’t know I was spending the night with a guy, only that I had plans. I hadn’t quite worked up the courage to break the news about Dorian to either her or Liv. “What is so damned important that you can’t come out with me for drinks?” I moved the phone to my other shoulder. “Reminder: you and I aren’t legal, yet.” “That’s never stopped us before. You’ve got two weeks, I’ve got one.” The more annoyed she got the more I could hear her French accent.
