“I think she’s working with them.”
“Who told you that?”
“Harvey St. Aubyn.”
“Ah…” He nods. “Well, me being here makes sense then.” He moves back to the couch and sits. “Tell me what’s going on and I’ll see if I can help.”
“Just like that?” I ask.
I know this doesn’t work that way. We don’t just sit down and have conversations.
“Aye. Just like that.”
He sounds honest, and I’m at the end of my rope. So I sit on the coffee table in front of him and unload.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sailor
“I can’t believe you convinced me to go to another party.”
“Neither can I,” Amelia squeals. “Now sit and let me do your makeup.”
With a groan, I do as she asks. Arguing with her is futile. She always gets her way. She may be small and cute, but damn, this girl is feisty.
“So, uh… have you talked to Sam again?”
“No…” I say carefully, unsure why she’s asking… and in such a strange tone.
“Oh. Okay.”
I keep my eyes closed as she piles on the eyeshadow, but I really would love to open my eyes and look at her to see the expression on her face.
“Why?” I ask.
“No reason,” she says quickly.
“Haveyoutalked to him?” I ask.
“What? Me? No. How would I talk to him?” She laughs nervously. “That’s crazy. He’s not my friend, Sailor. He’s yours. Actually, he’s your ex. So no, of course I haven’t talked to him.”
“Wow, okay,” I say with a small laugh.
“Hold still,” she grumbles.
I think maybe Amelia has a crush on Sam.
And honestly… I’m completely okay with that.
This party is smaller than the last we went to, but no less chaotic. In fact, maybe even more so because there’s more room for it. One room is taken up by a bunch of guys playing beer pong on billiard tables, which I can’t imagine being good for the felt. It must cost a ton to get beer stains out of that. They’re loud as fuck, blasting some kind of music that I can’t tell over the other music playing from a large sound system in the main living room. Some guy is sitting in a recliner, playing on a phone that’s plugged into the system with thick headphones on… must be the DJ?
“Come on…” Amelia takes my hand and pulls me through the house.
“How do you always know where to go?”
She gives me a look but doesn’t answer. We end up in the kitchen a moment later, and thankfully, there are only two other people in here. A guy and girl standing in the corner who are having a hushed but heated argument.
I open the blue cooler on the floor by the oven and pull out a drink while Amelia makes a drink. Vodka, soda, and juice.
