by Zoe Dawson
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He pushed Celeste away from him and headed for the door, but a dark-haired woman with a bun stood in his path.
“You snake!”
Celeste, her voice filled with remorse spoke up. “No. He’s not a snake. I was coming on to him, and I ignored his very gentlemanly efforts to stop me. I just thought he was playing hard to get. I didn’t know about Callie. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, my God, Callie! She thinks…” Poe said, her hand going to her mouth.
“Exactly,” he said to her. Without another word, he threaded his way through the three women and dashed out of the club to the street.
He called out to Callie from the sidewalk, but she didn’t respond as she jumped into a hailed cab and it drove by.
He saw her through the window, and the tears on her face made him feel shame like he’d never felt before. “Callieeeee…” he shouted, running after the cab, but it didn’t stop.
“Quick,” the golden-haired woman said. “We can take my limo.”