CHAPTER 11
Vicky peered at the couple from above her cup of coffee. Having woken up at twelve in the afternoon with a heavy hangover from yesterday night, she had not anticipated finding both of them still in the house. Juliet was dressed casually in shorts, lying back on the sofa on one side of the living room her whole attention completely focused on a novel. On the opposite sofa, Byron was seemingly glaring at Juliet and not letting his attention waver even a bit.
“Um…,” She began awkwardly,” Sorry about yesterday night. I shouldn’t have dragged you off your bed on you honeymoon night,”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t have,” Byron snapped.
“I’m her best friend Byron. She can call me anytime she wants and besides I never asked you to accompany me; you volunteered. So, suck it up babe,”
