CHAPTER 8: ANNIE
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“Are you coming with us to Lost Souls? It’s two-for-one margaritas,” asked Chelsea as soon as class was over.
“Can’t. I have to work, remember.” Annie walked out of the classroom with Chelsea, Dave and Bobby.
“Call in sick.” Dave put his arm around her shoulders.
“I can see she’s not sick.” Patrick leaned against the wall in the hallway.
“Oh, who is this?” Bobby’s eyes roamed up and down Patrick’s long, strong frame.
“Her boss.” Patrick grabbed Annie’s hand, pulling her away from Dave.
She yanked free from his grasp. She wasn’t in the mood for his overbearing, protective attitude. He didn’t want her, so he shouldn’t care who did—not that Dave really did. He was a harmless flirt. “Why are you here?” The last two nights he’d waited for her outside.
“I’m ta
