He scrubs at his face with his hands. “Luce didn’t say you work at a fucking strip club.”
“That’s because Luce doesn’t know.” I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him.
Making a frustrated sound, he downs the rest of his water. He leans forward. “What else are we keeping from her?”
“We won’t tell her about the baby, either.”
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Olivia
I want to shout to the world that I just had the most mindblowing sex in the back of a broken-into station wagon. Every inch of me tingles, my entire body vibrating with electric current. But Cliff and I just walk back to the bar, smoking cigarettes without speaking. It seems like we’re both on the same page, because he doesn’t mumble any lies about going out to dinner or anything. By the time we get back, the tequila is wearing off and I need another drink to celebrate.
Bursting inside, I wave to Lucy and march up to the bar. Our elderly friend is still back there, drying off clean glasses. It’s got to be like midnight, so it’s unbelievable that she’s somehow still awake.
Since I’ve already had four tequila shots, I think it’s best to just continue with my friend Jose. “Tequila Sunrise, please,” I say, leaning on the counter.
Someone pinches my arm.
Lucy stands next to me, glaring. “Where the fuck have you been?” she hisses in a low, dangerous voice.
I lift an eyebrow at her. “Getting cigarettes. What’s the problem?”
“The problem,” she says, waving her phone in the air, “is that we missed our train.”
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