Chapter 7
“SOOOO, YOU AND HUDSON disappeared awfully fast from the movie last night,” Sam observed.
And then I promptly lost my s**t. But Audrey wasn’t about to talk about that. The more mental distance she could put between herself and last night’s flashback, the better. “It’s not what you think. We just decided to do a kitchen raid since I slept through dinner. The movie was shitty anyway.”
“You should’ve come and joined us for poker in the boathouse,” Charlie said.
“Next time.”
Sam narrowed her eyes. “You okay? You seem a little peaked this morning.”
“Fine. Just tired. Didn’t sleep well. There’s a reason our moms wouldn’t let us have giant ice cream sundaes for dinner right before bed.” Right. Let’s blame it on the sugar.
“If ice cream is the only thing you topped with whipped cr
