Pulling the phone away from my ear, my eyes dart to the name on the screen. My jaw drops when I confirm that I’m on the phone with Dean and not Amos. I can feel myself dying on the inside. I just sounded like a mega b***h to the wrong person. Groaning as the urge to run and crawl beneath the covers so I can die of mortification alone, I bring the phone to my ear and close my eyes. I’ve had more to drink than I’m used to and it feels like it’s all hitting me at once.
“Dear Goddess, I’m so f*****g sorry,” I rushed. Dane chuckles on the other end of the phone.
“So that wasn’t meant for me?” he asked.
“No,” I breathed.
“I’m glad. Where are you?” Dane asked.
“I’m at a party,” I said.
“I saw,” he rumbled.
“You did?” I asked. Lifting my head, I scan the crowd. When I don’t spot a delectabl
