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.
