MONDAY MORNING ROLLED around too soon. I had a late start, so Matt and I left for work at the same time. My regular car park was taken, so I parked Bertie a bit further down the road.
“Where have you been all weekend?” Mandy asked.
“Umm.” I fidgeted with my collar, the heat rising up my neck. “I was at Matt’s.”
“Ooh, walk of shame? Nice.”
I broke eye contact, biting my lip in a failed attempt to contain the guilty smile.
“Rachael’s been out all weekend too. I’ve been stuck here trying to entertain myself.”
“Speak of the devil,” I said.
“The devil? Are you talking about me?” Rachael sauntered into the room.
“You even look like the devil in that slinky red dress. That’s what you were planning to wear Friday night. Have you worn that all weekend?” Mandy said.
“Umm, not exactly.” Rach
