WEEKENDS ALWAYS BROUGHT a slightly thicker crowd to The Double-H than on the weekdays, especially in the early evening when folks grabbed a few beers before their treks into town for the nightclubs there. Despite that, the car park seemed no fuller, and I pulled up in my regular slot, waving Ethan and Kyle toward the far side of the tarmac. As far away from me as I could make them go.
The rain’d let up somewhere between the layby and the bar, but my already dampened clothes still clung to my back, my thighs, my butt. I probably looked a state—I definitely smelled rank—but I just told myself Liv had seen me rolling around trashed and I must’ve looked a whole lot worse that night. Maybe.
Opening my door, I went to follow its out-swing with my body, but paused at a buzzing ring. 'Kyle’ blin
