“I hope Vance doesn’t hear that some guy hit you. If he does, that guy’s f**ked,” Ally said.
“Yeah, Vance isn’t a big fan of that kind of thing,” Jet put in.
“Who is?” Daisy asked.
Jet gave Daisy a look. “I’m just saying, Vance is really not a big fan of that kind of thing.”
“You can say that again,” Roxie muttered.
Sissy turned to me. “Which one is Vance again?”
My purse rang before I could answer Sissy. I pulled out my phone, flipped it open and put it to my ear.
“Yo.”
“She okay?” Luke asked.
I really wanted to smile when I heard his voice but stopped myself just in time.
“Her nose isn’t broken,” I told him.
“I know that. Is she okay?” Luke asked again.
I had to admit, I liked not only that he asked the question but that he knew to ask it.
I looked at Sissy and said, “Yeah, she’s hanging in there. You find Bobby?”
“Not yet, we’re still lookin’.”
Shit.
Luke went on. “You get her story?”
I was beginning to realize that I couldn’t live in a pretend world of happiness and ignore everything that was going on around me. It was one thing when it was happening to me, it was quite another when it was happening to Sissy. Luke had been right again, this shit was not going away.
I got up with my latte, walked to the book counter, leaned a hip against it and told him Sissy’s story. I finished on, “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I’m piecin’ it together but none of what I’ve got is leadin’ back to you.”
“What do you have?”
“I’ll tell you when I get home tonight.”
It was then I remembered I had a date with Ren that night.
Oh crap.
Why was my life so complicated?
“Erm, Luke?”
“Babe, I gotta go,” he sounded distracted.
“No, Luke, wait.”
“What?” Now he sounded impatient. Not a good way to start.
“Um, I have plans tonight. I’ll be… out.”