HAYLEY’S P.O.V

She looked around in a panic, as if to ensure no one was watching outside before shutting the door behind her.

“So,” I implored. “Who is he?”

“He’s older, like Jake’s age.”

I hummed. “Where did you meet him?”

“At a club,” that had my brows rising. The club was not the ideal place to meet a guy. She must have seen the look on my face because she quickly added, “he’s not a typical club goer.”

“I’m ...