“Let’s go,” she mouthed, and headed for the door.
Josh grabbed hold of her.
“What about the rest?”
“Later,” she shouted. “You can stay if you want, but I’ve got to go.”
She ripped her arm from his grasp and disappeared into the crowd. Josh followed after her, only catching up with her as she exited the dance floor and made a beeline for the pool tables in the back.
“Where are you going?”
“Back door.”
She didn’t even stop to explain, not that Josh was going to hold his breath for an explanation. Something had spooked her. That much was clear. Josh looked back at the dance floor, but couldn’t see any threat. No one was pursuing Andrea, even though she’d fled like she was about to be caught doing something wrong. She was nearly out of sight when he looked back, and he raced to catch up
