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There’d been a time when she’d longed for that kind of life. Dating a rockstar had been thrilling at first, then reality had splashed a bucket of cold water on that dream. She’d hated wondering where Snake was every night—hated that trust was in short demand.
She’d never had proof that he was unfaithful, but she’d been too afraid to dig for answers. He’d tried desperately to get clean so many times. She wanted to believe in him. Longed to believe in him with each hopeful smile he’d given her.
Swallowed every lie. For her own sake, and for the life that had been growing inside of her. Axl hadn’t been planned, but he was the very best of both of them. Snake’s charm and crooked smile, her helpfulness.
Ivy rolled to a sitting position and snapped her fingers. “Earth to Chloe.”
“Sorry.”
“Axl’s fine.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and gave her friend a sheepish grin. “For once it wasn’t Axl.”
“Oh.” Ivy nibbled on her lower lip. “Snake?”
“Yeah. Usually I’m too busy to think about him to be honest. I’m not used to being free to do what I want.”
“You deserve to have some freedom and some fun. Sunday we can go back to being responsible people.”
“You’re right.”
“See? I don’t get to hear that one often.” Ivy stood up and wiggled her hips until her shorts straightened out. “We may not be gambling types, but we are definitely exploring types. And we don’t even have to leave the hotel. Which is a good thing.” She picked up her phone. “It’s, ummm, one-hundred-and-fourteen degrees outside.”
Chloe flinched. “That’s hideous.”
“Yeah. So, air conditioned hotel it is. We’ll get all beautified and find some new outfits.”
Chloe scrunched up her shoulders. “I brought stuff.”
“Come on. When do you get spoiled? This is a once in a lifetime thing.”
“Nick is just being nice.” And he already spoiled her son plenty.
“Our mere thousand dollars’ worth of—”
“Thousand?” Chloe spluttered. “More like three.”
“It’s chump change to him. He probably spends that on guitar strings.”
Chloe hauled her suitcase onto the bed and pulled out shorts and a very cute Target top. This was plenty for her. She didn’t need three-hundred dollar shirts. “That’s not the point.” Where the hell was her bra?
“Just check your phone, would you?”
Chloe stopped digging and looked up. “What about my phone?”
“You got a text. I didn’t look at it really. Well, I looked to make sure it wasn’t Axl—”
Chloe crossed to the bedside table where her phone was plugged in. She perched on the side of the bed, and nibbled at the edge of her nail. “It’s from Nick.”
“Read it.”
She was afraid to swipe it up to look at it.
Just look, you idiot.
NC: Hey C - that tab seems way too small for three babes. You aren’t spending your own money, are you?
Another text came ten minutes later, according to the stamp.
