Chapter Fourteen
“You didn’t like him?”
“Oh, come on Allison,” Stacey replied. “There is no way that you found Jacob at all interesting.”
It was the day after the party. Stacey had just come home from a shorter shift than usual at the restaurant. Allison had her feet propped up on the coffee table and was painting her toenails a pale purple. Next to her was Tina, who was watching TV silently.
“You’re right. I didn’t. But so what?”
“You have to have some sort of connection with that guy.”
“No, I don’t. Besides, what about you?”
“What?” Stacey asked.
“Tony said Charlie showed you around the yacht. Why did you run off with the guy f*****g us over?”
Stacey felt put on the spot. Her sister’s glare was questioning yet her tone was slightly hostile. Part of her wanted to just admit the e
