CHAPTER 27
I WOKE UP the following morning to the overly cheerful sound of Sister Sledge’s “We Are Family” coming from my phone. Kat was calling.
“How are you doing?” she asked. “I tried calling last night, but you didn’t answer.”
“Oh, I think I left my mobile at home,” I said without thinking.
“Left your phone behind? Where did you go?”
“Uh, out.”
“Where?”
“To a restaurant.”
“Who with, Callista?”
She knew, didn’t she? “Bryce,” I answered, cringing into my pillow.
“Callie! How could you? After the way he treated you?”
It was a testament to modern technology that I could hear every inflection of her pissed-offness. I didn’t need to stand in front of her to see the peeved look on her face.
“He came over, and he was nice to me. He vacuumed.”
“He vacuumed? Oh, that makes up for ev
