“ ‘So you don’t care that she’s just using you? Why don’t you go over there and tell Trace.’
He laughed as though I’d just dropped the punchline to some silly, little kid’s joke.”
“My stomach bottomed out as I watched them from the doorway. He was leaning back against the wall, wearing jeans and a fitted white t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places, while Nikki was tipping into him, wolfing up all his personal space with her runway-ready body. She was all dolled up with a skin-tight pink dress and a pair of matching heels that looked like they belonged on a stage. And not the theater kind.”