Chapter Eight
Brina
Pulling into the shop parking lot, I was thankful there were at least a couple of cars. The slow economy was going to kill us. I’d thought after the election things would pick up, but they hadn’t.
Lexi swung the front door open as I hopped out of the car. “Did you have fun?” she asked, her grin wide.
“Why do you look like that?” I walked inside the shop and smiled as I walked past two girls looking through the clothes racks.
“Gee, I wonder why. Maybe because your face was the first thing I saw this morning when I opened the paper.”
Groaning, I turned around. I hadn’t had to worry about being in the papers for a long time. “Please tell me it wasn’t of me and Chris at the party,” I said, wishing like hell it wasn’t. When we broke up, the press had a field day. The l
