Chapter 27

Ihave no idea where to take Dani on our third date. A helicopter ride gives suburban proposal vibes. A steak house is boring, although her in a nice short dress … It’s too big of a night to invite her over and go straight to bed.

“Jessica,” I yell.

She’s at the door in seconds. I open my mouth, ready to tell her I’ve been thinking about this date all morning, but then realize it’s probably best to keep quiet. “Never mind,” I say, waving Jess off.

“What’s worthy of her?” I huff, googling “best date ideas in Chicago.”

Fuck!

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