Page 58 of Reckless Storm
And I lose it.
A laugh bursts out of me at the same moment he grabs the bottle.
“The fuck?” Reed huffs out a chuckle, spinning around to face me. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” I try to calm myself but it’s no use.
“Hayley?”
“Okay, fine.” I laugh again. “Amelia—”
“Goddammit.” Reed cuts me off, his expression pained. “Luke and his big mouth. How much do you know?”
“Only that you got drunk and passed out on their outdoor couch. Both of you. By ten p.m.” I can’t control my giggles and Reed rolls his eyes.
I’m about to apologize when his words hit me. “Wait. Is there more to know?”
“Nope. That’s it.”
“Are you sure?” Now it's my turn to give him a look. One that says, “I’m on to you.”
“As sure as I can be.”
“Are you being cryptic?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Reed!”
“Come on. It’s movie time. Do you really want whiskey andThe Hangover?”
“Yes, I really want the whiskey.”I need it.“AndThe Hangoverstill works. It saves me from having to think of something else.”
“Done. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll set up.”
He grabs the remote from the coffee table and pauses midair before spinning around, his wide eyes flashing my way. “Fuck.”
“What? Is it broken?”
“No, I didn’t ask about your audition.”Dammit. I was hoping he’d forget—wishful thinking on my part. “How did it go? I was going to text you but wanted to talk to you in person and then you distracted me.”
“It was fine. They still had others to see, so I won’t know for a few days.”
“Fine?”
“Yes.”
His shoulders drop. “What happened?”
I mimic his stance before falling to the couch and covering my face with my hands. “It wasn’t great. But I didn’t get a good vibe from the director anyway so it’s for the best.”
“Oh, Hayls—”
“Nope. It’s one audition. There will be plenty of others.”
“But you—”
“Please, Reed.” I hit him with a pleading stare and he reluctantly nods before sitting down beside me.
