She peeked over the side of Abby’s bed and spotted her shorts with her cellphone still in the pocket. Leaning over, careful not to disturb Abby, she snatched her shorts off the floor. Abby’s clothes were strewn next to hers, but Ricki’s were gone.
Once she’d retrieved her cellphone, she lay back against the pillow.Damn.It was after nine. She glanced at Abby, surprised she was still sleeping. Whenever she was in Berwyn, she was always up before eight.
Another message from Dapper greeted her when she opened her app. She stifled a laugh as she read Dapper’s humorous rant. Blythe had to admit she’d been mistaken about her. The woman cracked her up.
She shot off a quick reply before she scrolled. She grinned as she passed several #3SomesWithFriends videos, resisting the temptation to make a cryptic post using the hashtag. Abby and Ricki would kill her if she did.
After catching up on the feeds, she clicked on her profile.Wow.Last night must have done her some good—relaxed her since she’d been on TikTok for ten minutes before she checked her posts.
Sweet.Her followers were loving her visit to Harveston. The roller derby videos were slaying, but what she posted from last night’s firepit was trending, too.
She glanced at Abby again. Sound asleep. That was okay. It’d give Blythe time to respond to comments.
She’d only answered a few when a text message came through.
Ricki’s name flashed at the top of the screen before it disappeared.
What the hell?Why would Ricki be texting her?
She opened the message.
Ricki:We need to leave by 9:45 so I can make it to pickleball
Blythe:Why the hell are you texting me?
Ricki:To tell you we need to leave
Blythe:And you couldn’t have come in and told me?
Ricki: No
Blythe waited for more, but the three dots didn’t appear.Ugh.Sometimes Ricki’s conscientiousness was exhausting. Hopefully, she didn’t have regrets about last night. There was no doubt she’d enjoyed herself, but Blythe could see Ricki being self-conscious around Abby this morning.
Blythe shot back a text.I’ll be out soon.
She glanced at the time. It was almost nine thirty.Shit.She’d need to wake Abby. As much as she hated to, it’d be worse if Abby woke up and found them gone.
Blythe put her hand on Abby’s bare shoulder and in a soft voice called her name. When Abby didn’t stir, Blythe shook her a little and said her name louder.
Abby muttered in her sleep but didn’t wake up.
“Abby,” Blythe said even louder and shook her harder.
Her eyes popped open, and she blinked several times. “Huh? What time is it?”
“It’s almost nine thirty.”
Abby’s eyes widened. “Nine thirty?”
“Yeah, we have to leave in fifteen minutes, so Ricki can make it to pickleball.”
“Oh, shit.” Abby launched herself into a sitting position. She was still naked, and her hair was a disheveled mess. She must have sensed it because she ran her hand through her hair, tryingto straighten it. Blythe didn’t have the heart to tell her she wasn’t having any success.
Abby’s gaze darted around the room. “Where’s Ricki?”
Blythe shrugged. “I’m not sure. She just texted me.”
“Texted you? Where’d she go?”
