Calli lets out a sigh. “You’re in trouble with him, Stella. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants.”
“Yeah, whatever that is.”
We both change in silence, Calli’s concerned eyes finding mine more than once before we head back out where we find fresh orange juice and an insane array of fruit waiting for us.
“I’m guessing there’s no fizz in these bucks?” I mutter, tipping the glass to my lips.
Calli shoots a look at me with her brow quirked. “You really want more alcohol after last night?”
I shrug. “Something’s gotta help me forget.”
“And this morning?”
I groan. “You don’t need to remind me.”
“Have you heard from Toby?”
“Nope. Nothing. Pretty sure he hates me.”
“Nah, it’ll be Seb he hates. He won’t blame you for this.”
My cheeks heat as I remember exactly what he witnessed.
Yeah, there’s no way he doesn’t hate me.