Chapter 32
ELSIE
On a still-slick and rainy Wednesday night, just a few hours shy of midnight, I’m on my third shot of Jack by the time Kayla shows up.
My skin is still tingling from spending part of my afternoon with devil incarnate—Reed Hutton, and I try to drown my nerves with the fiery whiskey, still sitting in today’s “meeting” clothes, my slickened bun undone—messy and mussed from where I’ve run my hands through the thick heavy strands for the past few hours.
I don’t know what to say, how to tell Kay… that it’s over. That I’m going to quit. Not that anything ever really started.
At least, not for me.
The waiter puts the forth shot of the brown liquid in front of me, and I almost inhale it as my best friend in the world strolls confidently in, straightening her skirt as the sun
