The text had arrived just after noon, while Gigi was at the gallery surrounded by crates and lists, her pen smudging across the clipboard as she tried to finalize loans for an upcoming exhibit.
She hadn’t been expecting anything, least of all from Jason.
Be ready by seven. Wear something elegant. I’ll pick you up.
No greeting. No context. Just Jason being Jason.
Her first instinct was irritation. Who sent a message like that without asking first? But then, beneath the irritation, a flicker of curiosity, the kind that made her stomach tighten, and her pulse quicken in ways she didn’t want to admit. Jason Jae wasn’t the kind of man who did casual. Whatever this was, it would be deliberate.
By the time the hands of the clock nudged toward evening, Isabella had swung by her apartment. She
