With Alex out of her club gear, the rules no longer apply; he knows this, and yet when she bends to claim his mouth with hers, right in the middle of the club, it feels hopelessly, endlessly transgressive. Danny tries, and only somewhat fails, to suppress a low groan at the things she whispers in his ear.

"We're never going to make our reservation," he says, and it's the furthest thing from a complaint.