Day knew it was a terrible idea but she pulled into the packed parking lot. Zion was super busy but what else did she expect for a Saturday evening. The bouncer didn’t bat an eye and the bartender said he would just add it to the tab. So, here she was: getting drunk, alone, in one of the sketchiest clubs.
‘We need to talk,’ Rhys’s voice filled her head.
Day ordered a tequila shot. It was an hour and a half drive from the pack house to Zion and about a two hour drive for Steph so Day would wait patiently.
‘Where are you?’ Rhys asked. She downed the tequila and ordered another. She wasn’t a big drinker but certainly not a lightweight. Steph’s reply to her text had been instantaneous.
Daisy Cakes: I slept with Rhys.
Stegasorous Rex: Bar! Now!
‘Dolores,’ she heard the bite in Rhys’s to
