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Eleni We walk out of Louie’s shop, and I blink in the summer sun. Everything that happened in the tiny jewelry shop starts to feel like a dream. “What now?” I ask. “Can we finally go home and deal with whatever makes you keep checking your phone?” Abruptly, I realize he hasn’t looked at his phone since we stepped into Aurora’s. But I’d be surprised if Louie had ever heard of Wi-Fi, much less spent his mornings texting prospective clients. “Yes and no.” Dante smiles. “I’m done with my phone, because everything is arranged, but we’re not going home.” I scowl at him. My feet are starting to hurt. Maybe I need to build up stamina before I invite Gianna on one of these. I’ve watched a few of her shows now, and it seems like stamina is the one thing a pole dancer needs in spades. “We are g