I pulled up to the fancy rooftop venue just after eleven, tires screeching a little as I parked.
The party decorations were still hanging, gold balloons, a half-deflated, “Happy Birthday Tony” banner, fairy lights strung everywhere. I raked my fingers through my hair and jogged toward the entrance.
Sasha was standing outside alone, leaning against the railing in a tight silver dress that hugged every curve.
She looked amazing, hair loose, cigarette glowing between her fingers. She took a slow drag when she saw me.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, stopping a few feet away. “I didn’t realize it was today. I thought you said next week.”
She blew out the smoke and looked at me with flat eyes. “So this basically means our deal is off.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “You know what? I still want t
