Chapter Nineteen
“I knew he’d changed, but I never imagined he’d dig up dirt on me and have one of his groupies publish it,” I say, pulling my T-shirt over my head and tossing it into the hamper.
Iris is lying on her stomach, stretched out across my bed. “That was low, even for a Bellamy.”
She pauses, and I stop rummaging through my dresser and look at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Bryan or all the stuff going on with Berry & Barlow before tonight?”
I’d told Iris the whole story in the car on the way here, including all the sordid details about my relationship with Bryan, the Berry & Barlow executive. I put on a clean T-shirt and join her on the bed. “You and I didn’t talk much anymore. I can’t tell you the number of times I thought about calling you, telling you everything that
