“Gabby, I can’t f*****g believe you’re here! I’ve been running around Chicago like a lunatic looking for you, and now what? You end up in Vegas? How the hell did that happen?” Natty blurts, looking me over.
I force a small smile, trying to sound casual. “Yeah, I’m fine, I guess. I moved here. Chicago was getting old, you know? Needed a change.”
The look on her face tells me she’s not buying a single word of it. She crosses her arms and grunts, her eyes flicking over to the guy she came in with. He’s leaning against the wall, deep in conversation with a couple of dudes, but Natty keeps sneaking glances at him, and I swear her fingers are shaking a little.
Something’s off, and I can feel it. “But why are you here, Natty? What’s going on?” I ask, frowning at her.
She pulls her lips into w
