I got two steps in before he called, “Ally?”
I turned back.
Eyes holding mine, he stated, “I don’t need those two opportunities. That one was one too many. It was also out of line. That’s done.”
I stared at him, knowing what I was feeling but unable to put it into words.
Then I found the words.
“You do know I think you’re the shit, right Zano?”
They were the right words.
I knew this when he gave me another smile and replied, “I know.”
I tipped my head to the side and lifted the credit card I was still holding. “Do I have any limits?”
His answer was a question. “Is tonight special?”
I started feeling warm(er) inside.
“Yes,” I replied.
He looked beyond me, then at me, and finally answered, “Then show me how special.”
I smiled at him. He jerked his head so I’d get a move on.
I got a move on. I shopped, texted, shopped more and got an LBD, fabulous shoes, equally fabulous undies, a phenomenal nightie, a plethora of makeup, perfume, shower stuff and a few other bits and bobs to get me through the next couple of days.
We loaded up and Ren took me to his place.
At that point, it was well into the afternoon so I headed to the bathroom with my bag and Ren headed to his office upstairs with his phone.
We had the same charger. He had one in his bedroom so I hooked my cell to it before I did my going out gig.
But now I had smoky eyes, sleek hair and I smelled good.
And the only jewelry I was wearing (because it was the only jewelry I now owned) was my guitar pendant. It didn’t exactly go with my slinky dress with its tunic-style, v-neck top, empire waist, ruched short (short) skirt that was skintight and my strappy stilettos. Then again, what it was and who it was from, it was my opinion that it would go with everything I owned.
After I gave myself a once over and walked out of the bathroom, I didn’t go to Ren.
I’d given it time, and not just the time my cell needed to charge.
So I went to the phone.
I scrolled down and dialed Indy.
I got voicemail.
I took in a deep breath and disconnected. It wasn’t unheard of I’d get voicemail. If Lee had Indy’s attention or she was neck deep in coffee, she wouldn’t answer her phone.
The thing was, her BFF had her apartment bombed. This was not a time when she wouldn’t take a call from me.
I hit go on her contact again.
I got voicemail again.
This time I didn’t disconnect.