Okay. So they had danced into uncomfortable territory. That was clear. But Daniel made an exasperated face when she took off, abruptly discontinuing the conversation. “Holly— you— god.“ He sighed. She really did not want to talk about her life. Up until that moment, he hadn’t even known her mother was dead. But he played along and let her take the lead across the club, at least until they stopped outside a coat room.

He raised his eyebrows and pointed into the room. “You serious?”

Not that it was a bad idea, going in there. But she couldn’t be more obvious in her attempt to shut the topic down. Holly was actually hiding in a closet. “Alright.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think I’m starting to get what’s going on, but I want to make sure. So… you want a guy who looks good without a shirt on and gets you drunk and it might even be okay if he doesn’t have a soul, because he won’t ask personal questions.”