WINTER

“Babe,” I say the second Blair stops cackling about my feelings for Mike. “I need a favor.”

She goes silent... which is never a good sign.

“Let me guess,” she says slowly. “You want me to buy you a room in the resort’s presidential suite and sneak you spa coupons?”

“Better,” I grin. “I need you to help me tow my car back to my house.”

Her groan is so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear.

“Winter! You drove that haunted Audi all the way into ...