Writes of Submission
“I can’t give out a guest’s phone number without permission.” Allie looked guiltily at the man standing in front of her. He seemed to have—not aged, exactly, but maybe matured over the last few days. He was certainly more somber, but he also had an aura of purposefulness about him that hadn’t been there before. When he’d been just a marketing guy, he’d been playful and lighthearted. She’d liked him that way, but this new Dante, if he wasn’t as lighthearted, was certainly more attractive, she dec...ided. But then, she was drawn to the take-charge, no-nonsense kind of guys. Usually. There was a time for fun, too, but by Dante’s face it didn’t seem to be now.He frowned, considering her words. “Then can you do me a favor? If he calls back, give him my number and ask him to call me.” He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to her.“Of course.” Allie took the card and looked at it, considering. “But can we talk for a few minutes?”“Sure.” Dante ran a hand through his hair and followed her into the kitchen.MoreLess
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