chapter four
KateNot sure if I feel disappointment or relief that Flynn picked Jessica for the first stranded date, I plop my unused overnight bag inside my front door.
“Guess Flynn picked someone else, Miley?” Sadie says, pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring two glasses. “What a loser.”
Tossing my keys on the counter, I join her in the kitchen. “Actually, he asked me to go, but I said no. Told him I’d rather come home and share a cheap bottle of White Zinfandel with my best friend.” I take the glass she just poured from her hand before she can sip.
“I wouldn’t put it past you.” She squints, assessing me.
“He picked Jessica.” I sigh and sit on the stool on the other side of the counter.
Sadie leans in. “Aren’t you violating your contract, disclosing who he picked to m
