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“When did you get back?” Placing the glass on the table, I wait for him to refill it.
“An hour ago. Enough time to drop my stuff at home and come find some entertainment for tonight.” He winks at the girls. “Right, ladies?”
“Are you charming poor unsuspecting women again, Spencer?”
The hair at the back of my neck prickles at the sound of the familiar voice. Spencer looks over my shoulder instantly. Something I’m not sure how to name flashes on his face before he hides it behind his usual smile.
“They’re not poor, unsuspecting women if they don’t mind being charmed, Red.”
I down the second shot before looking over my shoulder to find Grace standing behind me. Alone.
She’s not here.
I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved. I shouldn’t want to see her. But I do. I really fucking do.
I couldn’t get her out of my head. It’s like when she’s not here, I can’t breathe properly. I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn doctor’s appointment and how it went. Because maybe, just maybe…
I give my head a shake.You’re not going there.
It’s done.
Jade and I, we’re done.
“I guess there is that.” Jade’s redheaded roommate glances at the girls before shifting her gaze to me. Her eyes narrow disapprovingly before she focuses her attention on Spencer. “Know if maybe they have any water around here?”
Without waiting for an answer, Grace goes to the fridge and looks inside.
“Since when are you not drinking?”
“It’s not for me.” She crouches down, moving some stuff around. “Found it.” Loud cheering comes from the back of the house. Grace looks toward the doorway and shifts from foot to foot. “I guess I better get back.” Before they move to Spencer, her eyes meet mine for a split second, and if looks could kill, I’d be gone. “I’ll see you around?”
What the hell is her problem anyway?
“Sure,” he says as he watches her go.
I grab the bottle from his hand, pouring us both a drink.
“What’s that about?” I ask him, tilting my head toward the doorway.
Spencer turns to me. “What?”
“That?”
“Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit,” I toss the shot back.
“You wanna tell me whatthat’sabout?” he raises his brow.
I shrug. “I’m having a drink at a party.”
“The third drink in three minutes since you’ve been here.”
Because I fucking hurt, and that’s the only thing that’s keeping the pain at bay.
“You counting my drinks now, mom?”
“Fuck off, Wentworth.”
