TWO MONTHS LATER

"How is life in the Michigan estate?" This is from Camila, her voice a high-pitched crow. It's a surprise my earphones don't catch fire with the effect. "Holy hell, that's his bed, right? And it's lined with. . . gold."

Simone leans in with a gasp. "Holy hell, indeed," she mutters.

"And you're naked."

"What? No, I'm not naked. It's Jason's shirt. Keeps slipping off because it's so bloody big."

They give me meaningful looks. "So you were naked. ...