Chapter 57

The nightclub is dark and booming, and we get in quickly. Even though we’re far from home, they know who he is, a common Carrero perk. I spot some well-known faces and gush when I realize there are some celebrities here, even more so when a couple of them wave his way. He’s holding my hand and pulling me through the crowds; Jake is never wary of unfamiliar places and new groups. He feels at ease wherever we go.

I’m trying to go easy on the alcohol, but Jake’s a seasoned drinker who frequents the bar for top-ups faster than I can. He has me half-drunk already, and I don’t know how many times he’s pulled me onto the dance floor, everything bumping and thumping around me. He’s a good dancer, and even though we have danced close at times, I get the impression he’s trying to keep a gentlemanly distance. He’s still flirty and having the usual banter with me, but he has a definite coolness now that we’re here. He is also relatively sober compared to how I have seen him fall into hote