“Nope. He’s just designated driver. He’ll drop us wherever we want to go and pick us up when we’re done. It means we can drink and not worry about getting a cab.”
“But he’s not staying.”
I glanced at Austin. “Nope, he’s not staying. It’s just us.”
He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.
“Sounds good to me,” Kim said.
“Awesome. We’ll see you at nine.”
“Perfect.”
I hung up and looked at Austin. “What?”
“What if I want to stay?”
I shook my head and grabbed my bagel, flopping down beside him on the couch. “Resist the urge. It’s girls’ night out and girls’ night out is sacred.”
“Where am I taking you?”
“Blush.”
“No.”
“What?”
“Sorry, let me rephrase,” he said. “Hell, no.”
I paused mid-chew. “You’re joking.”
“You’re not going to Blush, Dani. It’s a meat market.”
“It’s the most exclusive club in Portland and we’ve never been able to get in.”
“No mystery there, babe. They probably know who you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He scowled.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Damn it,” he said, but didn’t elaborate.
I set my bagel on the coffee table and turned to face him. “Austin, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Club business.”
“So, this is how it’s going to go every time you don’t want to tell me something? You’re going to hide behind ‘club business’?”
“Babe, I can’t tell you. You just have to pick somewhere else to go.”
“No. We want to go to Blush and since girls’ night out is sacred, you don’t get a say in it. If you want to drive us, you can take us where we want to go.”
“Blush is off the table, Dani.”
“Then we’ll get a cab.”
