Stripped Bare(110)By: Emma Hart
“Yeah. One of the girls. She was off her game so I took her for a chat, threw back a couple of shots with her—”
“Sounds like more than a couple.”
“Yeah, well, it was. Don't worry, yeah?” He looked at me. “I'll handle it. She sees it for the mistake I do. Easy fixin'.” He got up and walked back into the kitchen.
This time, Mia didn't follow. She slid along the sofa and tucked herself into my side. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she peered up at me, concern in her eyes. “Oh no,” she whispered. “This is bad, isn't it?”
I gently squeezed her and kissed her head. Her worry for him was palpable. “Yeah. Yeah, angel. This is bad.”