My phone rang and I darted to the bedroom to answer it. “Hey, girl, are you free tonight?” Jacqs said, sounding out of breath. “Are you running?” “No, I just jogged up the stairs to call you. Bond invited me to come by the club and I hoped you’d come with.” “That hasn’t worked out well in the past,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “He promised not to give or get phone numbers or flirt. I told him to forget about the flirting, which would be impossible for him to stop. It’s like breathing to him.” “Good thinking.” I stood, slid open my closet door, and perused my clothing choices. “So please tell me you’ll come. I hate sitting around like I’m one of his groupies.” “Will Stay be there?” I slid a few of the hanging clothes to the side to better see a top.
