The next morning Ivy got up like the walking dead. She was full of groans and creaks, and she was sure she heard her neck snap in three places. Sleep had not found her quickly the night before and when she did finally close her eyes, the neighbors to the left had a full-on shouting match, followed by what Ivy assumed was amazing make-up s*x.
“Have fun last night?” Carrie asked her as she walked into the living room.
Ivy jumped as she said, “Nothing happened.”
“Um, that’s not what I asked.” Carrie eyed her suspiciously. “Unless something did happen…did it? Tell me!”
“How was your weekend?” Ivy dodged the question. “You weren’t here when I got in.”
“I had a date—I think.” Carrie blushed.
“A date?” Ivy asked, sipping on her tea.
“With Sawyer,” Carrie said. “Is that weird? I know I
