“Mistake or not, you have to keep your mouth shut about this, Pipe,” Rhyland warned. “Row can’t find out, and history isn’t kind to people who fuck me over.” “Okay, okay,” she huffed, flustered. “I won’t say a word.” “Good girl,” he said in that derogatory way. “You keep my secret, and I’ll keep yours.” “What secret?” “That pink coke bag that disappeared from Allison’s locker senior year?” “So…are we off?” Piper asked finally.
