Alone

Winona

“So, you have to go with Sebastian alone?” Brey asked me again, like I was the worst friend in the world a couple days later on the night of the gala.

“It’s best just this one time. We’re running late, anyway.”

“It’s been more than just one time now, and Jax and I can wait. We have the babysitter all night.”

I winced at the reminder that my high school best friend, the one I’d somehow managed to keep by my side all these years, had a child. She had a family. A good one. A solid one.

One I would not put in any type of danger.

“We’re probably going to run really late, if you know what I mean.” I paced around the counter in Sebastian’s penthouse with my beaded black dress all zipped up, heels clicking on the tile while Sebastian chuckled softly as he read a newspaper.

“No, I don’t know what you mean,” she deadpanned, totally and completely knowing what I meant. She was pissed, but my friend had the manners of an etiquette coach. I knew pushing anyone’s boundaries was hard for her.