Chapter 31

In one of those weird “Coincidence? I don’t think so” moments, Luke called a while later to offer his own congratulations. I’d blind-copied him in the list of people I’d sent the email to, but normally, he wasn’t that quick to respond. He wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate, and where did he propose to take me?

The Ivy. Of course. Now, Luke had told me he couldn’t read my thoughts, but maybe he’d been lying about that as well. Or maybe he’d just figured it was about the most high- end place he could think of to take me. I didn’t know, and challenging him then and there didn’t seem like a very good idea. So I said the Ivy sounded like a lot of fun, agreed that seven-thirty would be fine, and then hung up, already stressing about what I should wear.