“I doubt Johnny would have wasted his first date with you getting drunk,” Anna adds. I tighten my hold on the receipt and ignore the heat crawling up my throat. “Does everyone know we were together last night?” Bryce takes a swig of her steaming black coffee. “Why? Was it supposed to be a secret?” “Well, no.” Anna tugs on the plastic straw in the lid of her iced coffee, creating a hair-raising screeching sound. “Then yes. We all know.
