SARAH:Nothing. I just have the perfect one for you.Ciao.
I was going clubbing, or at the very least I was going to sit in a DJ booth and watch people have fun and hope it would rub off onme.
When was the last time I’d hadfun?
The music festival? Nah. Everest had ditched me for this Megan chick, and then Justin Summix had all but called me awhore.
The night I’d run with the pack after the trials? Actually, that night had been more meaningful thanfun.
Swimming in the lake with August? His earlier message about not mixing business with pleasure nixed that afternoon,though.
What did he think I was doing in the office anyway? And had he been there, or had one of his employees ratted meout?
I sighed, realizing I hadn’t had fun in a very longtime.
31
“You wantme to wearthat? But it’s . . . ” I dangled the scrap of white fabric in front ofme.
“Sexy.”
“I was going to sayslutty.”
“Sluttyissexy.” Like an impatient child, Sarah was bouncing on my bed, wearing a dress that wasn’t much longer or looser than the one she’d brought me. “Besides, I was all out of denim overalls.” She stopped bouncing. “Hey, you put me in charge of tonight, so put the damn dress on, NessClark.”
Sigh-growling, I vanished into my bathroom to change into the white bandage. At least the material was opaque. I fluffed up my hair and twisted from side-to-side, checking my reflection.Okay.The dress was sexy and more covering than what I’d initially thought. Not that I would confess this toSarah.
Sarah whistled when I came out. “Damn, girl. Maybe I should’ve dug up a pair of overalls. You’re going to steal mylimelight.”
“No one can steal DJ Wolverine’slimelight.”
She leaped off the bed with the grace of a pole vaulter. “Nowshoes—”
“Are wedancing?”
“Yes.”
“Then flats. Heels killme.”
Sarah’s lips hiked up in protest, but I slid my feet into my white sneakers before she could give me grief aboutit.
“I’m wearing the dress.” I said this as though it were a great concession. Thank goodness I hadn’t told her I liked it. I grabbed my bag, making sure I had my phone, keys, and wallet. But then I thought about my ID. “I don’t have a fakeID!”
Sarah rolled her eyes so hard I didn’t expect them to level back. “I work there, woman. Plus, you’ve got a killer bod and atolerablyattractiveface.”
I scowled, but I was smiling so my scowl lost a lot of its effect. “Tolerably attractive? Wow . . .thanks.”
She smirked. “Oh, come on. You know you’re way too hot for your owngood.”
I dismissed her compliment with a flick of my hand. “Shutup.”
“Can we get out of here already? My shift starts in an hour.” She swept her mass of blonde curls off hershoulder.
When we walked out of my bedroom, we found Jeb sitting in the living room, watching a fishing show withDerek.
“Ciao, Mr. C.,” Sarah calledout.
“Bye, Sar—” His eyes all but bounded out of their sockets. “Um. You girls are going out dressed likethat?”
