Connie realized that whatever had been going on in that cabin was worse than she imagined when CeCe finally opened the door.
Linda stood behind him trembling like a newborn bird, her face saturated with desperate tears. Her blouse was unevenly buttoned as if she’d hurriedly put it on and her hair looked as though someone had been rummaging through it.
CeCe was half-n***d with his pants barely zipped, looking like someone dunked him in
dirt.
“What did you do?” Connie asked him. “Why are you so dirty?”
He snorted and stuck his arrogant nose in the air. “None of your business.”
“What did you do, CeCe?”
He smirked.
Connie looked at Linda. “Are you all right?”
“No, she’s pissed.” CeCe kissed Linda’s cheek. “You’re ruining our evening, Connie. Bet you wouldn’t want someone to do that to
