“It’s a pleasure,” Danvers said, as I extended my hand. “Tyler’s given you my life story. What do you do?”
“Sloane’s a detective,” Tyler added, and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. What was it he’d said? That he had social engagements planned where it would be useful to have a cop on his arm.
“Is that right?” Mr. Danvers said. “What kind of crimes do you investigate?”
I ignored the unpleasant twisting in my belly and smiled at Danvers. “Homicide primarily, though I’ve worked vice and sex crimes and even a bit in the white collar division. Excuse me,” I added, because I needed to get away and get my head clear. “I see Angelina. I’m going to go say hi and leave you two to talk.”
I left before Tyler could object, ignoring the way his brow furrowed as I made my escape.
I really had seen Angelina over by the raffle baskets, but considering we had yet to even be introduced, I had no intention of actually going over there. Instead, I planned to finish off my wine and down another glass, just to take the edge off.
That plan, however, was foiled when Angelina joined me in the line for the cash bar. “I’m Angelina Raine,” she said. “Angie. And you’re Sloane Watson.”
“Yes, I am,” I answered, making her laugh.
“I saw you at my party but didn’t come over on purpose. I was …” She trailed off, tilting her head from side to side as she considered her words. “Let’s just say I was waiting to see how it panned out.” She glanced across the room toward Tyler. “Looks like it played out better than anyone expected.”
I cleared my throat, feeling too fragile at the moment to go there, and irritated with myself because of it. “Listen, I owe you an apology. I’m not sure how much you know—”
“Everything,” she said. “Evan told me the whole story.”
“Oh.” I frowned, thinking of my arrangement with Tyler. Just how much of the story did Evan know?
“He told me you’re a detective from Indiana, and you’re looking for one of your friends who used to work at Destiny. Turns out she moved on to Vegas, right?”
“Looks that way.”
She nodded. “Some of the girls do. I guess good dancers can make a nice living there.”
“I’m sorry about crashing,” I said.
“It’s okay. And it turned out for the best. You’re seeing Tyler now, which I think is very interesting. And working at Destiny, too.”
“Yes, as to Destiny, but not because I have an overwhelming desire to leave the force and go into exotic dancing. I’m hoping Amy mentioned where she was going to one of her customers.”
“You’re still worried about her?”
“Not overly. But we have a very pregnant mutual friend, and I know Amy wanted to be there for the birth.”
“Maybe she met a guy,” Angie said. She glanced across the room at Evan. “The right guy can make every other thought leave your head.”
I laughed. “You’ve got that right.”
“And it’s such a perfect segue I don’t even have to be rude when I ask how it’s going with you and Tyler.”
“Oh.” I shook my head. “We’re just—” I wasn’t sure what to say. We had an arrangement, and while I may have forgotten about it in the thrill of being with Tyler, tonight had very firmly reminded me. “I’ll be going back home soon,” I finished lamely.
She nodded slowly, as if considering me. We’d reached the bar, and she ordered us each a glass of wine, then turned to me as the bartender poured. “That’s too bad,” she said. “Kat and I were watching you at the party. And I’ve been watching tonight.”
“Watching me?”
“Well, watching both of you. Tyler mostly.”
“Have you?” I paused, knowing I shouldn’t push this—knowing it didn’t matter because all I had with Tyler was a snapshot in time, and whatever I thought I was feeling didn’t matter. Couldn’t matter.