Cloe's POV
I stared at my phone.
Then locked it.
Unlocked it.
Read the message again.
Gage: Let me take you out Friday. Just me and you. A real date.
My stomach did that stupid little flip again.
It wasn't like I didn't know this was coming.
Gage and I had been talking a lot.
Texts.
Phone calls that somehow turned into an hour without either of us realizing it.
Hanging out whenever we ended up in the same place.
And flirting.
A lot of flirting.
Neither one of us was exactly subtle anymore.
But this was different.
A real date.
Just us.
My phone buzzed.
Gage: You still alive?
I smiled.
Me: Thinking.
Three dots appeared.
Gage: Dangerous.
Asshole.
I grabbed my purse and keys.
There was one person I wanted to talk to before I answered him.
Ava opened her front door.
