CHAPTER 10
If Kennedy had her choice, the last thing she’d want to see would be these two men drunk, but Willow kept on giggling and popping lids off their beer. Kennedy held her full can close to her body as if it might ward off leering eyes, reminding herself to raise it to her lips every few minutes so it looked like she was taking a drink. Willow, by contrast, was already on her second can and was acting even more boisterous than she’d been back in her former partying days.
The twelve-pack was gone by the time Willow put her hand on Buster’s shoulder and said, “You must be getting really tired. Think we should call it a night?” She glanced at Kennedy, who tried to guess what her roommate was thinking.
Trust me.
It wasn’t Willow’s voice she heard, even though she could sense that’s
