I told them I worked for you and that whoever hit me took your lawyer, so now they’re looking for VanCamp, too. I released my suction on Erin’s neck and left behind a noticeable red welt on her neck. It looked relatively fresh, so I poured a cup and started to doctor it as I checked the rest of my messages. I’d put up with Bobbi’s shit for a long time, and I was still holding onto some resentment for her. Except for the times she was being stunningly sexy. Whatever it was… something had compelled me to wake up before seven in the morning without any desire to go back to sleep. Richie messaged me to ask if he could visit me next week, and Dillon invited me to a party this weekend, which I had to decline. Reflexively, Bobbi stood up, the slight smile she’d been wearing fading as a bag of vegetable crisps fell from her lap.
