"Do you have a picture of what it looks like?"
I nodded, whipping the picture out of my screenshot folder.
Rowan nodded. "I think I know where you can find this book, we can go together after work tomorrow."
"No." I exclaimed. "Just let me know where I can find it."
"Okay, I'll text it to you."
Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand. The caller ID flashing in both our faces.
I panicked.
Dane Davenport.
Rowan's brows shot up, filled with questions.
But I couldn't stay behind, I rushed out of the diner clutching my phone tightly until the cool night breeze brushed against my face.
I answered the call.
"Hey." Dane's calm voice rang from the other side. "How's my fiancée doing tonight?"
Fiancée?
The word still felt strange.
I used to be called Axel's fiancée until a few days back.
