Chapter 23Gayle was still in a fit of giggles, but managed to jerk her head up and down.
“Sure,” she replied.
I jumped from the couch, as Gayle pushed her hands against her knees and stood.
I darted to the kitchen and closed the bottle of wine, and then quickly stored into the refrigerator the leftover food. When I turned to leave, Gayle was standing in the doorway with her coat on and mine draped over her forearm. I flipped off the kitchen light, and she handed me my coat.
Out in the living room, I searched for pen and paper to leave Rachel a note.
“Whatcha lookin’ for?”
“Something to write on,” I huffed.
I’d found a notepad, but was still looking for something to write with.
“Here,” she said, coming up beside me and holding out a pen.
I leaned down to the end table and began qui
