Billy. In my apartment. Sitting on my couch like a damn casual plot twist.
He looked up as I entered like this was normal. Like he regularly appeared in people’s living rooms after being part of their best friend’s blackout memory montage. His shirt was crisp, hair perfect, glass of wine in his hand like this was a Forbes interview and not Jynelle’s gossip-stained sanctuary.
Jynelle, legs crossed like the smug matchmaker she was, waved a wine glass at me. “Remember Billy?”
I blinked. “Remember? He was there when you were halfway to heaven and vomiting out your ambitions.”
Billy laughed. “That bad, huh?”
“You were the one who carried her off the rooftop before she announced her entire romantic résumé to a group of investment bankers.” I flung my bag down and kicked off my shoes. “I rem
