Allison’s glance strayed to her bedside table, where a small velvet box was prominent. Her hand, Shanaya suddenly realized, did not bear Brad’s engagement ring.
“Well,” she sniffled. “This is the weirdest Thursday ever. My boyfriend can’t keep his pecker in his pants and I can’t get laid!”
“Can’t?” she joked. “How many people did you ask before me?”
“Jackass,” she replied, laying her head against her chest.
Shanaya wrapped her arms around her, rocking slowly. “Hey,” she said into her ear. “Don’t you have work today?”
“No. I called in sick after I saw those pics on Matt’s i********: page. That moron better go into protective custody or something, because when Brad wakes up or sobers up, he’s going to find a bunch of texts on his phone, including one from me, and God is he going to be p
