Max grabbed his coat from off the table and waved to his brother.

“So how did things work out with Casey?” Tom walked over to him with a grin.

“It didn’t, I’m going home. I’ll see you later tonight.” Max carried his jacket in his arms as he walked toward the exit of the club. Casey reached Tom’s table just a little out of breath. Tom looked at her with a smile as she came over to him.

“Where’s…Max?” She pointed to the empty table.

“He just left. Maybe you can catch him, go.” He pushed her in the direction of the exit. She couldn’t believe she was actually running for a guy, a guy who wasn’t even her fiancé. She stepped out into the chilly Chicago night and saw Max standing on the curb trying to signal a cab.

“Max” Casey said softly as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to get warm. He turned his head as she approached him.

“It would be a lot easier to get a cab in New York.” He threw his hand up as another yellow cab went whizzing by.

“Max” Casey said again and he turned his head and looked down at her.

“You must be freezing, here take my jacket.” He pulled it off of his body and wrapped it around her.

“Max!” Casey yelled which made him jump. “I’m sorry, but I really need to tell you something.”

“What is it, Casey?” His hands were still on her arms as the jacket slowly started to warm her body. Her heart was pounding again. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and then she looked up into those brown eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed her lips into his and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the kiss deeper. Max ran his fingers through Casey’s blond hair as they pulled slightly away. Casey smiled with her eyes still closed tightly, “mhm.”

“Do you want to go back to my place?” Casey grinned as she nodded her head slightly just as a yellow cab pulled up.