“It was an accident.” An accident that I can’t stop thinking about, which is messed up because there is a missing dead body I should be focused on.
“We can make out if you want,” Grant tells her while flashing a smile that has dimples. He’s got that whole golden boy vibe. Georgia’s cheeks flush.
“Don’t mess with her.” I shoot him a death glare.
“I’m not messing with her.” Grant holds up his hands. “And why don’t you date hockey players?”
“We have a dead girl we need to worry about.” I try to steer the conversation away from my dating history. Not that there’s really one to discuss.
“I mean, if she’s dead already, not much of a rush.” Georgia’s eyes widen at her own words. A laugh leaves me.
“She’s got a point.” Luke steals the beer back from me. Georgia nods in agreement with Luke. I’m going to murder her later.
“But you think it was Caleb’s sister?” We’d both been drinking, which isn’t helping any of the situation.
“It was more of a guess with the hair and it being her parents’ house.”
“But you’re not sure?”
“No.”
“Can’t you check her social media? See when and what she was posting,” Grant suggests.
“I’m new, so not a clue who anyone is,” I tell them.
“Same,” Grant says, glancing between Georgia and Luke.
“I don’t do social media.”
“That’s so shocking,” I deadpan. He is not very social from what I’ve observed, but it is still shocking. Who doesn’t have social media these days?
“I can try to see.” Georgia pulls out her phone. “She’s not even in the States.” She shows us her phone. Caleb’s sister posted a story on Instagram twenty minutes ago.
“Then who the hell is it?” I mutter.
“What if it was someone messing with both of you?” Georgia suggests.
“They just went down to the boathouse hoping to catch two people going at it to prank?” Luke says dryly. I shoot him a fierce glare, silently telling him to watch his tone. No one talks to my best friend that way.
“Wait, I thought it was only a kiss.” Now it’s Georgia glaring at me.
“Maybe we should focus on the dead girl issue and not crappy kisses.”
“Crappy?” Luke’s expression morphs into an appalled one. He is strongly offended, and I have to bite back a laugh. “You know I was there for the kiss, right?”
“Don’t remind me.” He doesn’t need to because I can’t stop thinking about it, even with a possible dead girl on our hands.
“This is amazing to watch.” Grant leans back in his chair, enjoying his front-row seat. I ignore everyone and keep going.
“I suppose we wait until a person is reported missing.”
“Unless it’s a sex worker from the city, and she will be forgotten. Serial killers are always targeting them. If I were a serial killer, I would target men in finance.” Georgia trails off when she notices that we are all staring at her. “What?”
“We should call it a night.” I hold my hand out, and Luke gives me my phone back. Everyone needs to sober up, and then we can revisit this at some point.
“I can take you back to the dorms,” Grant offers.
“It’s not too late?” I ask.
