She snorts. “Probably not. Tell me your theory.”
“I know this guy who goes to a school, and I want to see if they know each other.”
“Hmm.” She looks thoughtful before saying, “She’s not here tonight.”
Fuck.
“But I tell you what. I’m bored, and this party is lame. What if I answer your questions? For a price.” She smirks and finishes her beer.
I narrow my eyes. “What price?”
“There are rooms?—”
“I have a girlfriend. I don’t cheat.” I make sure to use a tone that she understands this is non-negotiable.
“Shame.” She shrugs and turns to look at Raven and Hawk.
After thinking about it for a moment, I say, “You didn’t really want to fuck me, did you?”
“Just seeing how desperately you want the information.” She glances my way with a cocky grin. “What do you need to know?”
“How do I know you’ll actually tell me the truth?”
“You won’t.” She shrugs. “But I’m guessing a guy like you could probably track me down.”
“Again, I’ve got a girl.” I run a hand through my hair.
“Not offering. But you never know when having an acquaintance at another school might pay off.” She gives me a shrewd look.
That I can agree with. “Fine.”
“What’s so important about Elizabeth if you have a girlfriend?”
“Not sharing that.”
“And we’re sure we aren’t a stalker?” She arches an eyebrow.
“Not a stalker. Where does she go to school?”
“Hmm. A stalker would be able to find that out, probably.” She taps her finger on her lips like she’s thinking.
“Probably.” I shrug.
“Fine. She goes to Barrington Academy.” She must notice the disappointment on my face. “Not the answer you were looking for?”
“No, but thank you...” I don’t know her name.
“Morgan.”
“Thank you, Morgan.” I glance at Hawk and see he’s running out of things to say to Raven. “You’ve been helpful.”
“From the looks of it, I haven’t.” Morgan smirks. She pulls out a small card with a name and number on it. “You need anything else, text me.”
You never know. I take her card. “Cam.”
She smiles. “Nice to meet you, Cam.”
I jerk my head to Hawk, and he disengages. We walk away.