“Charcoal gray? Dove gray…?”
“Just… gray.”
I looked around. There were several gray coats back here. It would really help if I could take off the damn helmet.
Not happening.
I spotted a men’s coat, gray cashmere. I reached for it and checked the label. Even with all the VIPs in attendance tonight, I doubted many of them would wear an almost ten-thousand-dollar coat to a party like this. And if they did, they probably wouldn’t leave it at coat check. That was a definite billionaire move. “Prada?”
“Maybe.”
I pulled out the coat and held it up for his perusal.
“That’s it,” he said.
I held it back as he reached for it. For the first time, his green eyes met mine through my helmet holes. And locked on.
Some people had bright-green eyes or olive-green eyes, gold-green, whatever. Dane’s pale-green eyes looked like pure, liquid sex drugs to me.
I had no idea if sex drugs came in green, but in my mind, they did now.
I tried to look somewhere just below his eyes, but the rest of his face was intoxicating, too. His lips were unholy.
Even so, I wasn’t just handing over this coat. So he could leave with it. And, you know… leave. “Tell me something that’s in the pocket so I know it’s yours.”
“Your number, by the end of the night?”
I met his eyes again… and the look in them was so soft, so hopeful… sodrunk.
I swallowed. He was flirting with the random coat check girl! I died inside just a little bit more than I already did whenhe fucking left me. “That would be a hard no.”
“I’m not always this drunk,” he assured me, as if that was some kind of endorsement.
“Good for you,” I said mock-supportively.
He smiled, showing me his white teeth—beautiful, but nottooperfect—and looking so much like that boy I used to almost hate, I felt dizzy.
“I don’t always lose coats this easily.”
And why the fuck did that statement have to be so adorable? It was, the way he said it. Maybe it was just his teenage voice in my head. Nostalgia.
“But if you didn’t lose your coat,” I said with overly sweet sarcasm, “we wouldn’t have had this lovely conversation.”
“That’s true,” he said, as if I was utterly serious.
I shoved the coat at him. He took it, his eyes locked on mine.
“Devi,” he said, his voice rough and boozy. “I know it’s you.”
Uck.I did not like the way my insides insta-melted at the sound of my name on his voice.
“Debbie… who?” I said cooly.
His eyes narrowed at me. “Take off the mask.”
“The last I heard, you’d taken a leave of absence from Valhalla. You don’t get to boss me around.”
“Did I ever get to boss you around?” he said softly.
