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though she was relieved to finally have some connection to Van. She also assumed that this was probably the same friend that Van had been planning to stay with the night she was there.
    “Did you leave him a note?” Quincy asked.
    “A note? You mean to say that I stopped by?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Um, no, I didn’t. I’ll just come by later. ”
    “Lady, l eave him a damn note!”
    “What are you getting so heated over?”
    “I’m not; I’m just glad I caught on to who you are. I know all about you . ”
    She raised an eyebrow. “And? What is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means you need to leave him a fucking note. Just tell him you stopped by. Leave a phone number for God’s sake.”
    “Jeez, fine . ” She was a little take n aback by the intensity of this guy , but she was able to read him pretty easily. At least she knew that Van was looking forward to hear ing from her , and that pleased her . She walked back to Van’s apartment and took a pen and a pad of paper out of her purse.
    “Aren’t girls usually on top of this sort of thing?” Quincy asked, appearing from around the corner.
    She glanced at him warily. “What do you mean?”
    “You just left him without a word.”
    Dani looked him over again , feeling a little agitated. “I suggest maybe you butt out right about now. Do you want me to leave the note or not?”
    Quincy knew he had a big mouth, so he decided not to test her. But on a last second thought, he grabbed the pad of paper from her after she’d slipped her note under the door.
    “Have Van’s number, too,” he said, holding out his hand for the pen.
    She handed it over , trying to seem indifferent, but deep down she was glad for him to offer it.
    When they were both in the elevator again, Dani decided to get what she could from Quincy and his free speech.
    “So where is Van right now?” she asked casually.
    “Work.”
    “Oh. ”
    There was silence again and Quincy chuckled. “You don’t even know what he does, do you?”
    Dani gave him a side-glare but relented. “No, I don’t. That didn’t really come up for some reason.”
    Quincy laughed again, thoroughly amused. He couldn’t wait to tell Van about his run-in with Dani. “Well, you got any guesses?” he asked.
    “Guesses? You’re going to make me guess what he does for a living?”
    He shrugged. “Maybe. I think it’d be pretty fun to hear your guesses.”
    The doors opened and Dani left quickly. “I’ll just ask him myself,” she said over her shoulder , heels clicking . She hated being messed with like that, and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of making her look silly.
     
     
     
    “Guess who I just spent the past eight minutes with?” Quincy said over the phone.
    “Normally I’d say I don’t give a fuck , ” Van replied. “B ut I guess I have time . ” He left the couch and went to the bunkroom where it was quiet.
    “Okay, so I won’t make you guess since I really want to make your day. No, your week. Maybe even your entire life. If this turns out to— ”
    “Okay, so give it up already.”
    “Dani.”
    “ What ?”
    “Yep, just rode the elevator with her.”
    Van had to think quickly to catch up. “You mean in the building? She stopped by?”
    “Yep.”
    “Well what’d she say? ” he asked eagerly. “ I mean she was there to see me?”
    “Well yeah, you dumbass . Of course she was there to see you. But…”
    “But what?”
    “Well, I think I made her mad.”
    Van sighed to himself. Great.
    “But she left you a phone number.”
    That made Van smile . “Really?”
    “Well, with my help of course. She was just gonna leave once she found out you weren’t home. It’s kind of weird. I mean how hard is it to leave a note… ”
    Van didn’t even care about that since she really did leave him a number. He pressed Quincy for more details—every second of his time with Dani and everything she said—and then he wanted the phone number.
    “ Shit . Uh, she slid it under