"Open it."
I can hardly argue with that, and so I pull off the lid, then squeal when I see the two tickets. "Dominion Gate?" It's a Finnish heavy metal band I adore. "Dallas, that's incredible! I thought about going but their New York dates have been sold out for ages. When did you--"
"It's not New York. It's LA. Westerfield's in West Hollywood. A small venue for a concert, but a friend of mine owns the place and so I managed to score a couple of tickets." He grins, looking more than a little pleased with himself. "I figured you wouldn't mind going to LA for the concert since you've probably been putting off things out there anyway."
"Smart man," I admit. "I've been trying to decide if need to go back for a few weeks." I shrug. "Before, it was no big deal to go to LA for a while. Now, I prefer to be in New York."
"Is that so?" He lifts a brow. "Why?"
He knows perfectly well why, of course, but I tell him anyway. "I used to like being out there because it kept me away from you." I smile, then take a sip of my martini.
"I'm shocked," he says as he slides his hand back under the table. Once again, he gently strokes my thigh, the sensation making want to curl up and start purring. "Why on earth would you want to be away from me?"
I sigh a little, but finally manage to form words. "Because when I was near you, all I could think about was touching you."
"And now?"
"Now I want to be here. In New York. Wherever you are."
"Why?"
I look at his face and see the heat I feel reflected right back at me. "Because when I'm near you, all I can think about is touching you."
"I think it's time to go home."
"Yes," I agree. "It absolutely is."
He texts our driver and the limo is waiting for us as we step out onto the street. Unfortunately, so are two men with cameras.
"Dallas! Hey, Dallas! What's the story? You and your sister patch up your rift?"
I freeze, my body going completely cold as the driver holds the door open for us. I expect that Dallas is going to hustle me into the limo and ignore them. But he doesn't. Instead, he looks straight at them.
"Rift? No idea what you're talking about. My sister and I just wanted to spend some time together before she heads back to LA. We both lead busy lives and don't get to hang out often enough."
"So the rumors you two have been feuding for years are false?"
Dallas flashes his most photogenic smile. "Come on, guys. Do you know how many rumors there are about me out there? How am I supposed to keep up?"
"Dallas! Dallas! Jane, can you--"
But the last is cut off as Dallas finally does take my hand and urges me into the limo, then follows, shutting the door behind him.
I collapse into the seat, breathing hard, my heart beating wildly, and all I can think is that we were almost discovered. What if Dallas had been holding my hand? What if he'd forgotten himself in the moment and kissed me? What if the woman from the lounge had recognized him? Had figured out exactly who we were and what we'd been doing?
Oh, god.
Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god.
He pulls me close, and I realize I'm trembling. "Shhh. It's okay. It's fine. We covered and it's all good."
I cling to him. "You covered. I froze. I completely froze."
"Doesn't matter," he repeats, kissing my hair. "They didn't see anything. They didn't suspect anything."
"But--"
"Jane?"