She keeps her eyes glued to the movie, but I don’t think she’s watching it. Her chest moves quickly as her breathing speeds up.
I continue touching her leg, soft circles with my fingertips, before using my other hand so I can touch even more of her. Lucky for me, my sweatpants are huge on her and I can reach almost up to her thigh.
When I rub the spot just behind her knee, she gasps. “Okay, um.”
I do it again, grinning at the way her eyelashes flutter. “Um?”
“Yeah. Um. I don’t think I’m into the whole…group thing.” She waves her hand at me like I am the group thing.
I can’t resist pointing out, “You liked what we did last night. That was a group thing.”
“Not the same. One of you watched.”
I glance quickly at Troy. “He can watch again.”
Danica smiles widely. “Maybe I should fuck him while you watch.”
Little brat. I smile back, just as wide. “I’m not against that. Maybe I should?—”
My phone rings where I’d dropped it on the coffee table earlier. Don’t look.
I fucking look, and it’s my father’s name on the screen.
It’s also nearly two a.m.
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear his call, that I’m asleep. I’m not letting my asshole father interrupt the very thing he asked me to do, which is keep Danica close.
I silence the ringer and turn back to Danica. “Where were we?”
She opens her mouth to respond, probably with something bratty because that’s how she is, but Troy’s phone rings.
Danica looks between the two of us while he fishes his device from his pocket. He holds it up so I can see my dad’s name, before giving me an apologetic look.
“Manchester here.” He pauses, listening to my dad. “Yeah. I’ll go wake him up. We can leave in ten.” Another pause. “Okay, yeah. Five.”
I wait for Troy to end the call, then I take Danica’s hand. “Sorry, angel. We have to drop you at home.”
She nods. “Yeah. Let me just change back into my dress.”
“No way.” Troy puts his hand on her knee, holding her in place. “You can wear our clothes. We’ll get them later.”
“Sure. My purse is in the bathroom—I’ll go get it.”
Fuck. I stare at her as she leaves the room. In a low voice, I say to Troy, “What the fuck? My dad has shit timing.”
“He needs you in Mirarosa. The latest shipment is in the bottom of the bay.”
I groan. This is going to be a long fucking night, and heads are going to roll. I just hope mine isn’t one of them.
7
Danica
Dear Leah, I’m sorry.
I cross it out and start over.
Dear Leah, I’m so sorry.
