Just One Night. Part 3
“An epic failure of an evening at least scored me something: lunch and a spa day courtesy of Mia and her boss. Thank you, guilt. I should probably use you to my advantage more often.
“Do you feel better yet?” Mia asks. “I know you were stressed, so don’t try and say you weren’t.” She’s referring to our quick getaway from the club last night and my ensuing silence.
“I wasn’t stressed, you were.”
“No, I was just pissed. I still don’t understand why William got in that fight. He ruined the night for everyone.”
“I told you, I have no idea.” Play stupid. That’s it, Jennifer. You can do this.
“How can a guy you’re hanging out with suddenly start beating a guy’s ass and you have no idea how it started? That makes zero sense, even when you’re British.”
She’s not going to let this go until I talk, and to be honest, I know I’ll probably feel better if I do talk about it, but I’m worried that Mia will go ballistic on me.
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