“What is that?” Trish asked from the kitchen.
“What?”
“That music.”
Sydney shrugged. “It’s New Year’s. Everyone’s loud.”
“Uh-uh.” Trish crossed the room and looked out the window. “Oh my God. It’s Hunter.”
“Damn him.” Sydney’s head was even fuzzier than it had been a half hour ago even though she’d stopped drinking. When Trish came home, she gave her the abridged version of the story. “I thought he left when I didn’t answer the door.”
“Honey, if you want to pretend to not be home, it’s not a good idea to park your car in front of your house.”
“I’m not pretending anything.” Her heart hiccupped because she hadn’t faked any of it with Hunter. “I don’t want to see him.”
Trish stood, holding the curtain aside. “What song is that?”
Syd closed her eyes and listened. It didn’t take long f
