Chapter 8

The feeling of elation I experienced after my emancipation proclamation lasted approximately thirty minutes. Then, as usual, guilt started to set in.

Maybe I'd been too hard on Danny. Some guys just couldn't remember dates to save their lives. And what the hell had I been thinking, flaunting my next date with the Devil...Luke...whoever...with him? I'd talked as if that relationship actually had some kind of future. How could Luke possibly be doing anything except amusing himself with me for some reason I'd probably never discover?

The door opened. "Stop that," Jacqui said.

"Stop what?"

She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "I

saw Mr. Koslowski storm out of here earlier, so I'm assuming you finally told him off."

"I didn't 'tell him off,'" I said. "I just told him I couldn't go out with him Friday night because I already had a date with someone else."

"Close enough. I'm sure that was sufficient to bruise his poor tender little ego."