“Hey, I need a minute,” Gage said, tracking Sheryl as she moved through the crowd. Dang, the woman could move fast when she wanted to.
Lisa looked up at him. “All right. Who’s Sheryl?’
“My real girlfriend,” he said, slipping his arm out hers. “Can I have a minute? You’ll be okay?”
“Oh, my heck, yes. Go.”
And Gage went, jogging through the crowd, easily keeping Sheryl’s ponytail in sight. “Sheryl,” he said again when he got close to her, and this time, she turned back to him. “Wait a second.”
“Are you seeing Lisa Talley?”
“She’s my new client,” he said, his chest heaving though he hadn’t been running particularly fast or for very long. “Her old boyfriend is giving her trouble. She asked me to pretend to be her new boyfriend.”
“How convenient.”
“It’s not what you think.” He looked at
