Chapter 12Joe didn't so much as twitch an eyelash. Abi looked around the room getting reoriented. Moonlight streamed in through the window, left open a c***k. Crisp mountain night air and the smell of pine had infiltrated the room. Branches rustled outside the window.
Abi reached across Joe and answered the phone. Suddenly, she sat up and nudged him. “Joe… Joe. It's your friend, Britto.” Joe bolted upright in bed. Abi listened, trying to glean as much as she could from the one-sided conversation. She waited impatiently while pulling at his arm. “Tell me.”
“Yeah, her voice is sexy.” He ignored her and kept his attention to the phone. He stifled a yawn. “Yeah, yeah, that's right. That's why you've never met her.” He ran his fingers through his hair as moonlight revealed a smug expression.
