Mikayla POV
“How long until you’re done?” Tash asked. I glanced at the few stragglers lingering over their last drinks. Tripp had left with Izzy about ten minutes ago, so Tash had helped by collecting empty glasses and carrying them to the kitchen, where Maria was loading them into the industrial dishwasher.
“You can go now, kiddo,” John said.
“Are you sure? I can help.”
“Maria and I can lock up; you two get out of here.”
The air in the car felt thick, clinging to my skin. I opened the window to let in some air, but the wind gusted through, tangling my hair around my face. I quickly rolled it back up, letting the tension settle heavily around me. I could tell Tash wanted to ask me a thousand questions—and who could blame her? She had caught me and Rafe kissing, and I had begged her no
