“I’d pretend to be your date anytime.” “Flirting with me, Daniels?” I ask. “In your dreams, Holmes,” she says lowly, and she throws back her drink. “Lace, what happened to your neck?” Maggie asks. She reaches over and touches the red mark I left on her skin. I’ve been looking at it all night, too. “Are you okay?” “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Curling iron.” Lacey sets her napkin in her lap and smiles at her best friend. “Thirty-four years on this earth, and I still manage to burn myself.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing and look away. As I do, I swear I see Aiden glance between us and grin.
