"I did not!" Brittney said, and then muttered, "We did other stuff."
Well, I guess that explained the clothes. As for the driver, what washewearing now? Just the cap and tie?
More importantly, wherewashe?
I pulled out my cell phone and found the contact. I hit the call button.
"If you're calling the driver," Brittney said, "don't bother. Something happened to his phone." She gave a little laugh. "The guy was a total idiot."
No. I was the idiot. I should've warned the guy.Just because a girl is naked, it doesn't mean she's harmless.
I knewthatfrom experience. Too much experience.
I turned and called out to Bishop. "Get Brittney's purse, will ya?"
Brittney made a sound of annoyance. "Can't I come in?"
"No."
"But I don't have a ride!"
"You will," I told her. And I meant it, too. But this time, I wasn't taking any chances. This new driver was gonna be a lot smarter than the last one, even if he wouldn't be too happy about it.
Chapter 19
Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Amber's car with the engine running.
Amber glanced toward the house. "Can't we go inside?"
"Hell no."
"Why not?"
I gave her a look. "You gotta ask?"
For one thing, I wasn't in the mood for company. For another, there was no way in hell I was taking the chance of Chloe showing up and finding me in the house with yet another girl, especially if the girl happened to be Amber.
Amber's voice was quiet. "It's because ofher, isn't it?"
Well, at least she didn't call Chloe "dog girl" again.
"Listen," I said, feeling that familiar edge creep into my voice, "her name is Chloe, and after what you did to her–"
"I didn't do anything to her."
"Cut the crap," I said. "I already got the story from Brittney."
"Brittney, the liar? You're gonna believe her over me?"
"She'syourbest friend," I reminded her.
"Not anymore." With a huff, Amber sank back against the driver's seat. "I'm totally done with her."
This wasn't a surprise. Amber went through best friends the way kids went through cookies. It always ended the same. After a few weeks, the friend would show their ass, and Amber would finally move on, only after getting hurt.
I felt my jaw tighten. But this time, the one getting hurt wasn't Amber. It was Chloe.
Amber and I had been friends for a long time now. I did business with her dad. My life would be a lot easier if I just let everything go and forgot what she did. But I'd never been one to take the easy route.
