He Asked Me To Leave The Party Early So His Friends Wouldn’t See Me—So I Did

Bobby and Claire moved toward the patio. The door opened. Their voices carried.

“I hate sneaking around like this,” Bobby said. “I’m tired of pretending.”

“Not much longer,” Claire replied. “Once things settle, we won’t have to hide anymore.”

“She’s not stupid. She’ll figure it out eventually.”

Claire laughed softly. “And then what? What’s she going to continue reading …