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But the waiters had disappeared to who-knows-where at least an hour ago. And, as if that weren't bad enough, while I'd been talking to the redhead, at least half of the remaining guests had drifted out the front door.
Just then, the music cut out entirely, making the massive space seem ten times emptier.
My stomach sank.Oh, crap.The party was officially over.
And I was totally screwed.
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Desperately, I looked back to the redhead and said, "Fine. The person I want to call is my roommate."
Technically, Allie was myex-roommate, but she was still my best friend. Or, at least I sure hoped she was, even if we hadn't parted on the best of terms.
The redhead asked, "Why her?"
God, was this really necessary?Through gritted teeth, I replied, "Because, I'm going to ask her to pick me up."
This was true, but it wasn't the full story. Allie was at least ten hours away in Nashville. Unless she hijacked a plane, she wouldn't be here until long past sunrise.
This meant I was looking at a long dreadful night followed by a long uncertain morning. And this was assuming that Allie would be able to come at all.
But then, I suddenly perked up. "But wait, you probably have Jax's number, right?"
"Yeah. So?"
"So maybe you could call and ask him to bring me my phone."
She laughed. "Nice try, chickie."
"What do you mean?"
"If you think I'm falling for that, you're crazy."
Oh, I was crazy, alright, but not in the way she thought. I was crazy for coming here in the first place – not just to the party, but to the whole stupid state. Florida hadnotbeen kind to me.
I gave the redhead an annoyed look. "You know, he has my wallet, too."
"Bummer for you," she said for the second time in five minutes.
For the briefest instant, I almost debated calling my mom. She was local,andshe knew my location, even ifIdidn't.
Maybeshecould come and get me?
I considered that idea for like two whole seconds before rejecting it outright. Knowing my mom, she was still with Dominic, probably at the so-called penthouse, where I'd been living for the past week.
So Icouldn'tgo there. After all, what kind of favors would be expected in return?
I gave a little shudder and tried not to think about it.
The redhead gave a long-suffering sigh. "Alright, fine."
I turned to face her. "What?"
"Iguessyou can use my phone." Her gaze narrowed. "ButI'mdialing."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you snooping through my contacts, that's why."
