NICK
“All Set?” I ask, and then I see the defeat in Laine’s eyes.
She shakes her head, buckling herself into her seat with shaky fingers.
Her voice comes out so weak, barely more than a whisper.
“Kelly Anne doesn’t have my things. Not any of them. She left them, in the club.”
“In the club?” I pull out my phone. “What was the name of the place? I’ll call lost property.”
Her dainty fingers reach out and land on my wrist, so gently. “There’s no point…” she says. “She left them on the table… with some guys… when
I was in the bathroom…”
My expression must speak volumes because her eyes widen as she continues. “She was drunk. She doesn’t mean it. Kelly Anne is just…”
“Kelly Anne is a selfish fool,” I say. “And you’re so much better than friends like her, Laine.”
She doesn’t look like s
