LAINE
“SO? What the hell, Laine? Who’s the Mercedes guy?”
Kelly Anne won’t let up, and it’s annoying. It makes me feel awkward and uneasy like she’s poking at something too private to be shared.
“That’s Nick,” I tell her like my answer stands a hope in hell of cutting it. “The guy who rescued me.”
“Nick,” she says. “And what’s the deal with Nick?”
“He’s looking after me.” I try to outpace her but she’s having none of it.
“Looking after you how?”
“I’m staying with him… while my house gets sorted… you know, the house you gave the key away to, the house that got invaded by a load
of deadbeats from a shitty club while I was stranded in the rain.” She looks so horrified, and I’m glad.
I nod my head. “Yeah, Kels, that house.”
“Jeez, Laine, I’m sorry. Mum saw Mrs Barnes from down your s
