HEART OF FIRE
Page 11
by Venez, Sedona
“Hi, Sadie. I’m Dane. Dane Hastings.”
I stared. Just plain unattractively, open-mouthed, deer-in-headlights stared at this amazing specimen, who’d just told me he was one half of my blind date. Saints preserve me, maybe I’d gotten lucky. Then it hit me.
Where the hell was the other guy?