“Arlo? Oh, my goodness. I didn’t recognize him with pants on. What the hell is he doing here?” Nick grumbled.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” She immediately started walking in the opposite direction.
“Whoa, hold up.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back. “What’s wrong, Grier? Talk to me.”
“I’m angry at myself and seeing him makes it worse.”
“Why?”
“Because I,” she looked away as an angry flush stained her cheeks, “I slept with him, Nick. I stupidly slept with him. I only went out with him maybe ten times in six months and I slept with him. I convinced myself it was time. Hazel was pushing me to do it. It’s what I find so upsetting about the entire thing, Nick. She pushed me on Saturday when I was getting ready for my date with him to stop being so uptight and to let loose
