“You need something?” “I don’t know yet.” While she rifled through my wallet, I put on my briefs and my pants. She pulled out my Centurion card and did a little dance. “That’s the one you want?” “Declan, you are not about to let me keep this black card.” “You pulled it out, so you must want it.” She blushed. “No, I don’t want anything, Declan.” “Well, keep it until you do.” She bit the corner of her lip. “Okay.”
