“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Britney sighed, relieved, as she sat on the edge of the chair and watched Riley toy with the soup on her table. “I was so worried when I heard about what happened. s**t. I was scared like hell. And I’m the one who never gets scared.”
That was true. In the past two years, Riley had never seen Britney being scared of anything. She was tough inside out and didn’t take anyone’s s**t. Riley couldn’t remember the number of times she came to her rescue whenever some asshole customer at the diner tried to give her a hard time. Not that Riley ever asked for anyone’s help, but Britney as if had a sixth sense for such things. Somehow, she always knew whenever Riley was in trouble.
Take this instance for example. Riley hadn’t called or texted or sent any sort of message to
