Bianca stepped out, arm in arm with Mal. It was cold, she thought and was glad that she had worn her hoodie. It had been a fun evening, listening to the guys laughing and poking fun at Nash, who had brought his rather straight-laced girlfriend along. He was besotted with Amy Lester, the girl who sat primly beside Nash and the other young men in the group had teased Nash over his devotion to the brunette. It had been light-hearted and after a meal of fries and burgers, they were all ready to ...