Several hours later, she woke to the feeling of her stomach grumbling about not being fed. She pushed off the bed and checked her messages. She’d let both Gabby and Shamia know she was home, and she sent them both a photo of the tattoo she’d gotten.
Gabby’s message of “I explicitly said don’t do that” made her laugh more than she should have before she’d fallen asleep.
Holding her phone in her hand, she made her way to the kitchen looking for something to eat.
“Hey,” Eric’s voice caught her ear.
She looked over her shoulder and noted he looked worse than she did. “You alright?”
“No. f*****g Peyton broke into my apartment again. I’m staying here a few days until your dad can track her down. How the f**k a woman who passed the bar with a father as kind as Evander, can be as psychotic as
