Chapter Seventeen
“I DON’T BELIEVE it,” Aimee said from behind her. “You’re actually up and cooking breakfast? I even heard you come in early last night. Are you sure you’re my sister?”
Karla flipped the bacon over. She stood in front of the stove, wearing nothing but a long T-shirt she stole from some guy whose name she couldn’t even remember, staring at the sizzling strips in the frying pan. She left work last night as soon as she could get out of there and went straight to bed. Paul seemed happy to get her out the door, her sour mood affecting customers. He probably thought it was still about him, but it wasn’t. It was about her. “Just felt like being up, that’s all.”
Karla heard the chair slide around the table and Aimee sat down. “What? No after party? No last call booty hookup?” A
