Chapter 3
She was nearly fondling the guy from across the table,” Nia said to Brie, as they walked out to their cars. “I don’t know. It’s so messed up.”
“It sure the hell is. It ought to be illegal to drink like that if you’re pregnant. That part alone disgusts me,” Brie said, pressing her alarm button.
“I feel sorry for her though. She’s losing it,” Nia said.
“Don’t feel sorry for her. She’s rolling around in Jake’s money. That’s probably not even his baby. I mean, think about it. You’re carrying someone’s baby, and you’re sitting there ogling someone else from across the table? Oh, hell no.”
Nia sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s crazy.”
She drove home through Houston streets, exhausted from a hard day’s work. She spent the next few days training with Brie and Thomas, working almost
