“I think I liked it better when you wanted to punch him.” Sloane ignored him, giving Lou a pat on the shoulder. “Let me buy you a drink.” This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? This night had started out so well. “Why? Why are you buying him a drink? Are you going to ask him stuff about me? What happened to getting to know someone? The thrill of the chase. The mystery.” “Overrated,” Sloane replied sweetly, not bothering to look at Dex.”
