Cross was gone when I woke. He left me a text saying he’d heard the guys getting up and slipped out to meet them. When I padded barefoot out to the kitchen, no one was there. It was four in the afternoon. That meant both Channing and Heather would be at their bars, and the guys would be wherever. It was a Saturday, so they were probably hanging out at Jordan’s or waiting to find out where the party was tonight.
I called Channing.
“What’s up?” he answered.
He wasn’t in his office. I could hear conversation and music behind him.
“Do I have to work tonight?” I asked.
“Uh…”
He could use the help, and we both knew it. And if he didn’t need me, Heather would. Manny’s had only gotten more popular once Ryerson’s crew started hanging out there on a regular basis. Or I should say, once Heather
