“May I speak to Lydia, please?” Addy asked into her phone nervously, bringing her finger to her mouth. Shaking her head, she put her hand down and frowned as she listened. “And who may I say is calling?” the receptionist asked. “Let her know it’s… Allison,” she said, closing her eyes. The receptionist placed her on hold to see if Lydia would take her call. Addy waited, pacing the floor of her bedroom. After what felt like forever, Addy finally heard, “This is Lydia. What do you want, Allison?” Clearing her throat, Addy took a deep breath before saying, “I want to talk to you about what you know about Barto attacking young women. I think you know a little something about that.” Addy heard silence on the other end for so long she thought Lydia had hung up. She was about to ask if Lydia was still on the line when she heard a sigh. “Meet me at the cafe around the corner from the studio at four,” Lydia told her. Then the line went dead. Addy pulled the phone away f
“This club is jumping!” Addy said over the music. Nodding, Brooklyn said, looking around at the inside of the club and said, “The review looks promising.” “I’ll drink to that!” Shea said, holding up her drink. “Same!” Kendall called out, raising her glass. The four women clinked their glasses together before taking a drink. “Also, let’s toast to how fine we all look in our new outfits,” Shea said, stepping back from the table to pose. “Here, here!” Addy called out, raising her glass. They all took another drink. “I’d also like to propose a toast to getting the word out there about Barto,” Brooklyn said, leaning toward her friends to be heard. “Here, here!” Addy called out, raising her glass. After they had taken another drink, Addy put down her glass and said, “I’m happy that Lydia could get more witnesses for the article as well.” Brooklyn nodded and said, “When news of the article broke, more women contacted Bonnie to tell their stories. I don’t think he’l
Brooklyn turned to Steve with wide eyes, and her mouth dropped open. “You have a girlfriend?” she asked. He shifted from side to side and reached up to rub the back of his head. “Well, we’re not really together right now,” he said. After a stunned pause, Brooklyn said, “Either you are, or you aren’t. There is no really not in this case.” When he didn’t respond, she shook her head. “You know what?” she asked. “I’m not playing that game tonight. I came here to have fun with my friends. Not get suckered by a guy who can’t keep it in his pants. Get lost, jerk.” “But Brooklyn, it’s not like that,” Steve said, trying to explain himself. Brooklyn shook her head and said, “No, I don’t want to hear anything more from you.” She turned around, putting her back to him. Picking up her drink, she drained the cup. Turning to him, she gave him the glass, saying, “Thanks for the drink.” He took the glass, then looked at her for a moment. She turned back to the table, staring
Steel Gaze returned to the stage, warming up before continuing the concert. “Let’s go down and dance,” Shea said, moving to the music. Addy nodded and said, “Come on, ladies! Let’s get our groove on!” The four friends went down to the dance floor to dance to the music. Shea maneuvered her way forward until they stood in front of the stage, dancing. The singer noticed and grinned down at them. Everyone but Brooklyn grinned back at him. She glared at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Turning to her friends, she ignored the band for the rest of the set. Once the band finished their last song, the singer said, “Thank you, everyone, for coming out tonight! It has been a great club opening, and we’re grateful for them to hire us to play for you all!” The crowd cheered, and he continued, “My name is Cort. On bass is Ells. On drums is Bryant. And Bradford is our one and only DJ.” After each introduction, the crowd cheered again. Each guy took a bow when Cort introduced t
“You! You’re the one who ruined my life!” Brooklyn looked up in surprise from the counter where she’d been taking an inventory of the pastries. A familiar-looking, dark-haired guy was storming toward her. She stepped back from the counter, reaching into her apron pocket for her cellphone in case she needed to call for help. He stopped when he reached the counter and glared at her, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “What?” Brooklyn croaked out in a strangled voice. Clearing her throat, she asked again. “What are you talking about? I don’t think I’ve ever met you.” He stared at her, his nostrils flaring. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, typing furiously into it. Finding what he was looking for, he held the phone up for her to look at. “So, you’re telling me that this isn’t your article?” he asked, his dark eyes sparkling with anger. She took a small step forward to look at his phone and saw he had pulled up her article
When Brooklyn walked out of her room in the morning, she stopped in her tracks at what she saw. Addy sat at the kitchen table, already working on her laptop. A half-eaten muffin sat on a plate next to her, and her coffee mug looked neglected. “Why are you up so early?” Brooklyn asked, walking toward the kitchen. Addy gasped as she jumped in her chair, her wide eyes turning in Brooklyn’s direction. “You startled me,” she said, lifting her hand to cover her heart. “I didn’t expect anyone to be up this early.” Brooklyn looked at the clock and shook her head, saying, “I’m up at my usual time.” Addy turned to look at the clock, surprised. Then she shook her head. “I can’t have spent all that time on the computer this morning,” she said, looking back at the screen. “Time sure flies when you’re busy.” Walking over to the coffeepot, Brooklyn poured herself a mug, then grabbed a muffin before heading to the table. “What are you working on?” she asked, sitting across from h
Lewis climbed the stairs to the top floor, feeling nervous. “Why doesn’t this place have an elevator?” he muttered for the fifth time. Finally reaching the top floor, he made his way to Kendall’s apartment, trying to calm his nerves. “It’s just Kendall,” he muttered to himself. “You’ve hung out with her with no problems, so why are you so nervous now?” Pausing, he answered, “Because it’s a date now.” Stopping in front of her door, he swallowed, then knocked. He waited, looking up and down the hallway. She hadn’t answered, so he raised his hand to try again. The door opened, and Kendall greeted him with an enormous smile. His mouth dropped open as he looked at her and his fingers tightened on the single rose he held in his hand. Her smile dimmed as she saw his grip on the flower tighten, and she was afraid he might snap the stem in half. “You look great, Kendall,” he choked out. “Thanks,” she said, looking back into his eyes. “Here,” he said, holding out the
“Can you believe that the singer and the DJ moved into our building?” Brooklyn asked as the roommates ate dinner that night. Addy twirled her spaghetti around her fork before lifting it to her lips. “It might be somewhat awkward for you,” she said, pausing in her bite. “Somewhat awkward?” Brooklyn asked, setting her fork down. “I mean, if I hadn’t hidden from him as he moved his things in, who knows what would have happened?” “So, he doesn’t know you live here?” Shea asked, picking out a slice of garlic bread. Brooklyn shook her head and said, “And I’d like to keep it that way.” Shaking her head, Shea said, “Well, I, for one, plan to go down and introduce myself. Maybe I can get to know the DJ better.” Addy looked at her and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be seeing Troy?” Shea lifted one shoulder and said, “It doesn’t hurt to look, now does it? Besides, they’re new to the building. They probably don’t know anyone here.” Addy signed and rolled her eyes. “You’re i