Chapter Twenty-FourBrielle
Gone is the unsure, timid girl who first met Hale in the jazz club that night. It’s not lost on me that the first time we met, he brought me so close to his club, yet kept me so far away from his life all that time.
Radiating confidence all the way from my stiletto heels to the cups of my lacy bra, I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders. I’ve chosen a black leather miniskirt and a silky blouse in the most beautiful color of soft peach. I feel pretty and calm.
“You look really nice tonight,” Kirby says, admiring me fondly.
“Thank you.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Absolutely.”
Hale has no idea I’m coming tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine what his reaction will be when he sees me. When I researched Crave online, I saw that tonight th
