CHAPTER 14 | Holly
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Ten hours later, I park the Bronco in the closest spot I can find and peer through my windshield at the darkened buildings ahead of us. The Hole In The Wall is tucked downstairs from a swanky southern restaurant. Dimly lit with a narrow staircase leading down to the door, you’d miss it if you didn’t know it was there. According to Kat’s f*******: page, she’s here almost every Saturday night.
“I can’t believe I stalked this poor girl,” I mutter.
“We didn’t stalk her.” Beau slides gingerly out of the Bronco, wincing a little when his feet hit the ground. “It was on her f*******: page. Anyone could see it. Our arrival can be a life lesson about the importance of privacy settings.”
I stare at him, and for the billionth time that day, I think about how I should
