Page 12 of Wicked Design
“Promise?”
Lauren chewed her lower lip. “Let’s say if he does, and I really don’t think that will happen, Jasmina and I will take you home, we’ll help you eat the food, then we’ll go clubbing. Girls’ night out.”
Jasmina smiled slyly. “That’s code for getting wasted.”
No amount of booze would make Clover forget Van Gogh. This might prove to be the worst night of her life. “I shouldn’t have dragged you guys into my problems.”
“We offered.” Lauren blew a kiss at Molly. “We’re also getting ahead of ourselves. He hasn’t said no.”
“Maybe he passed out after I left and hasn’t come to yet.”
“Let’s look.” She adjusted the monitor, bringing up Van Gogh’s station. Empty.
Clover buried her face in her hands. “He’s looking for me so he can bail.”
