Zane.
By the time we got back to the party, things had gotten even more interesting because the bid for tonight’s event was about to start.
The energy in the room had shifted; buzzing with anticipation, flashing lights, murmured speculation as paddles were passed around and the emcee stepped up to the mic, grinning like he was about to host the Oscars.
People barely noticed when Jasmine and I slipped back in, but I still kept her close, hand resting at the small of her back. I wasn’t taking any more chances tonight. Not after what just happened.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the emcee called out, voice smooth and booming, “we’re moments away from the charity auction you’ve all been waiting for. For those of you new to our tradition… yes, the dates are real. And yes, they’re worth every penny
