“Nick and I have been dancing together for years now. You know that,” was Beth’s response. “Of course we know how to move well together.”
“I get the feeling that’s not the only way you know how to move with him.”
Nick willed himself not to throw up as Trey revealed what he and Darryl had talked about over the pool table. Cold sweat slid between his shoulder blades and shivers of remembered terror coursed through him.
“Leave Nick out of this,” Beth said.
“You two have always been a little too friendly. For God’s sake, you have more pictures of him than me,” Trey continued, ignoring her. “He’s always hugging you, kissing your cheek… and, wow, the way you two moved together at the Club tonight. Made me hard just watching you. Tell me my eyes are lying to me, Beth.”
Trey was right, and Ni
