Minutes EarlierI had no clue why Jake insisted on going to the party, but so had Erica. She’d wanted to celebrate because she’d finished her piece on Kian’s interview. Wanker had come along for the ride—or that was what I’d assumed until we got to the house that was packed to the brim, and Wanker was the first to get a drink. He’d downed three shots before the rest of us could get our own beers.
Wanting to slip away, I nudged Erica’s arm. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
She followed me from the kitchen. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just have to go to the bathroom.”
Her eyebrows were high. “No…sickness…of any kind? None at all?” She felt my forehead and frowned. “You do seem a little sweaty. Are you sure? You know, about the no-kid thing?”
I removed her hand. “Erica.”
“Yes?” Excited anticipa
