Chapter 7She wasn’t surprised when Whitney quit from the bar. Whitney hadn’t said more than a half dozen words to her since they left Las Vegas, which was three more than Ronnie had. His had consisted of, “Good luck, Cass.” Frankly, she was surprised she got that much. She certainly didn’t deserve it.
But Whitney leaving…it didn’t surprise, but it did sting. They had been friends since high school, when the two girls who shouldn’t have had anything in common had learned that appearances could be deceiving. Their friendship had lasted through moves, and bad break-ups, and one particularly vicious bout of food poisoning. And Cass had f****d it up. For what?
For Patrick. For two days of impulsive, feverish, intoxicating s*x she had known was wrong, but felt so right in the moment. That stil
