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“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask him then lean toward Brooke. “I’m really sorry, but something has come up and I have to jet. It was nice meeting you.”
“You’re leavingnow?” she says as if she can’t believe I’m not sticking around to claim my prize.
“Yeah, sorry.” And with that, I turn and walk to where Tripp is waiting for me at the end of the VIP area.
He knocks back some of the drink in his hand then looks at me with a dull expression. “Let me guess. This has to do withher.”
I push my hand through my hair. “Listen, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit right now. Will you help me out or not?”
His jaw muscles clench a few times. “What do you need?”
“Thanks, man.” I clamp his shoulder. “I want to take Lilah out through the back. Since the paps saw us come in together, I’m thinking that if you leave out the front, they’ll assume I’m not far behind. Then Lilah and I can make our getaway.”
“You’re seriously cockblocking me, man?”
“I know it’s a lot to ask. Take the girls with you if you want. I don’t give a shit.”
He pokes my chest. “You owe me.”
“I’d say we’re even, seeing as I had to play wingman tonight and listen to Brooke go on and on about how she shouldn’t have lost out on Mandy Moore’s role onThis Is Us.”
He grins, and right there, I know he’s not that pissed at me. “Why do you think I set myself up with Robin and not her?”
“Asshole.”
Tripp tosses back the remnants of his drink and sets the glass on the tray of a server leaving the VIP area. “When do you want me out of here?”
I pull my phone from my pocket and check the time. “Five minutes?”
“All right. Sure thing. But know I’m doing it under protest.”
“Noted. And thanks.”
He nods and heads back to the table. I watch as he leans down to tell the women what’s up. They look pissed, and I feel bad as I head back down the hall to get Lilah. The one thing Lilah doesn’t get is that her fuck-ups don’t only ruin her life.
I text the car service I use and tell them to meet me behind the club in a couple of minutes.
I enter the bathroom I left her in. The white powder around her nose and above her lip says Lilah’s done another bump out of the baggie in her purse. I don’t bother acknowledging it. There’s no point when she’s this fucked up.
“You ready?” I ask.
“You tell me. Seems you’re the one calling the shots tonight.”
I glance at my phone. Tripp should be leaving now.
“Let’s roll. The car will meet us out back,” I say.
She grabs her purse off the counter and brushes by me to exit the bathroom.
I lead her by her hand to the back door, where we sneak into the waiting car and drive off without incident.
At least one thing goes as planned tonight.
Chapter Six
LILAH
Iwake up alone in Jimmy’s bed once again. I look under the covers and see that I’m still in my underwear, but I’m wearing one of his T-shirts.
