Stepping outside into the cool night air, I opened up the text message from Jace. It read:
Becca, please can you call me and let me know where you are. Thanks. Jace. Thinking it was odd, as why would he want to know where I was, I wondered whether this was a ploy of some sort to be a Friday night booty call. There was no way I was having this.
Pressing the call button under his name, it rang for a moment until he picked up.
“Becca?” he answered.
“Yeah, who else is it going to be?” I sniggered, trying not to stumble in my heels.
“Where are you?” he promptly asked.
“Out,” I replied bluntly.
“Out? Where?” he repeated.
“Jace, what the heck has it got to do with you?” I answered, trying to hear clearly over the sound of people talking and passing traffic.
“It hasn’
