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She really couldn’t believe that Tony had talked her into this. All right, there hadn’t actually been that much discussion involved — he’d basically spirited her away without any discussion at all.
The club the cab had brought them to was only a few blocks away from the restaurant where they’d eaten dinner, so technically they could have walked. However, Tony clearly hadn’t known where they were going, had relied on the cab’s A.I. to choose an appropriate venue.
Right now, though, Cassandra was wondering exactly what the cab’s idea of “appropriate” was.
Oh, the club was popular, all right. The only reason she and Tony had been able to snag a table was because a group got up from it and left just as the two of them were walking in. They’d sort of pushed the empty shot glasses and bee
