“Dude, did you know there’s a chick floating in our beer pool?” I sigh, closing my laptop, and rub my temples. I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone. When I came out of the shower, she was gone. I assumed she heeded my warning. Evidently, not. “Where?” He doesn’t look at me. “On the sidewalk. Her feet are propped up on the hood of your car, and I’m pretty sure she’s chugging wine from a box.” I’m going to kill her.
