Chapter 58

I’d offered to drive everyone home since I hadn’t drunk as much as they had, and there was no way Tiffany could have waited for a car service to pick them up from the corner. After the interruption from being caught up in Stolas, I was stone-cold sober.

Tiffany sulked in the back seat during the drive to her apartment, huffing and whining that Rhomi had ruined the night that could have changed her life. The guy she had been dancing—or rather dry-humping—with had been whispering promises in her ear all night. When Rhomi freaked out on Oro, Tiffany hadn’t had time to get his name or number.

Jordan offered to stay with Tiffany and assured us that they would tuck Tiffany in with a large water bottle and call Rhomi in the morning.

Rhomi still lived with her father in the Hills. His house was twice the size of my father’s and surrounded by

Rhomi punched in the code for the gate then asked down to my car window, “Do you want to stay the night? It would be like old times.”

I’d had enough of t