CHAPTER ELEVEN

Margret’s POV

And with that truth placed so plainly on the table, I picked up my shot, ignoring Amanda’s protest about my bad form, and downed it. It was sweet, delicious, and just what I needed to clear my head of Williams and Raymond that was still at the bar looking at me. All through the night I had been looking for Williams, thinking at one time or the other he would pop out of somewhere but I had not seen him since. Immediately after we were done with our hooker’s shot, I linked my hands into my friend's waiting arm and dragged them out to the dance...