Chapter 32Jesse
What the f**k just happened?
Swiping a bottle of beer from the fridge—she’d have to remember to log it later, but since money had yet to change hands between her and Gittie, Jesse wasn’t exactly sweating it—she sat down in the desk chair. The twist-top came off easily and she took a mouthful. It wasn’t quite cold enough. Nicole must’ve restocked the fridge recently.
Nicole.
When exactly had she started thinking of her by name rather than some Julia-look-alike? Jesse took another swig. Sure, she’d been flabbergasted that day when she first saw Nicole, but other than that—
Nah.
Nicole had always been Nicole to her, during the daytime at least. Now her dreams were another matter. But it’s not like Nicole would’ve know about those. So why the hell had she accused Jesse?
