Ellie
The blood drained from my face as he greeted them both.
DJ.
Dominic Joseph.
“This is so nice, all of us together.” Annette led us into the club, her voice bright against the pulse of the bass. All I could do was nod, dumbfounded, my legs somehow keeping me upright when they should have buckled.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught his sideways glance and the smirk tugging at his lips. ‘DJ’ wasn’t surprised. He wasn’t even rattled. He knew who I was all along.
“Have you two managed to catch up?” Annette asked, setting her things at one of the high-top tables.
The music pounded in my chest, my own heartbeat racing to match, but I still caught his answer:
“Not much. Ellie has been pretty busy with work.”
A rush of heat burned my skin. DJ knew. He knew, and he hadn’t told me.
