Addison
“SO, BRANDY’S PUTTING things back?” I asked, staring at the screen. My eyes saw it, but my brain refused to believe it. “On top of that, she’s making out with the district attorneyandthrowing herself at Wyatt? So, she’s an honest slut?”
“We don’t know that she’s throwing herself at Wyatt. That’s a rumor.”
“You were awake and watching this footage with me, right? She fluffed her breastsbefore she approached him! Who does that?”
“Uh...” Dylan eyeballed me. “Do you really want me to remind you?”
“Okay, fine. But at least I’ve never kissed a married man. She and the DA were sucking face in the hallway of the nursing home.”
Dylan frowned. “Yeah, that part doesn’t make sense. She knows there are cameras in the hallways. Everyone in this town gossips.”
“But does anyone in thistown review the footage?” I asked. “Other than the sight of Mrs. Rogers smacking Wyatt on the ass, this isn’t exactly riveting viewing material.”
“Good point. But still...the married DA? You’d think she’d be more careful than that.” Dylan rewound the video and we watched Brandy kiss the district attorney again. “See, she initiates it. And she’s like, smack dab in the middle of the camera. Whywould she do that? Something’s off.”
“Do you think he’s her baby daddy?” I asked, watching the evil couple and wondering what their spawn would look like.
Dylan shrugged. “Who knows? She sleeps with a lot of men.”
“Daddy issues.”
“Ihave daddy issues,” she countered. “I haven’t slept with anyone. You have daddy issues, and you’re not a tramp.”
“Yeah,” I acquiesced. “It kind of makes me feelsorry for her, though.”
Dylan sighed. “Me too. I can’t imagine being stuck in this place with a baby and no way out.”
“No. Money does give one choices.”
“Yeah, it really does, Addie,” she said, pointedly.
“It doesn’t buy you happiness, though.”
Dylan smirked. “But it can rent it.”
