“What's your name anyway?" I asked Audry's friend.
We were sitting at Audry's kitchen table, trying to decide what to do next. Both of us had our arms crossed and were glaring at each other from across the table. How was I supposed to trust this guy in order to find Audry? I didn't like his smug face and attitude.
“Lyle," he answered with a frown.
See? The bastard had an attitude with me. Lyle probably saw me as a threat because he wanted to f**k Audry. Idly, I wondered if he slept with her just like I had. The thought made my fists clench in anger.
“Listen, I can find Audry on my own, you can go back to wherever you came—"
Lyle's phone started to ring from its place on the table and he looked down in excitement at it.
“Is it Audry?" I asked, leaning forward trying to see his ph
