"So," Riya settled into the six-person booth with a sigh. "Where were we?" she asked.
"I asked who you've slept with in the room." Katie wriggles her brow at Riya. "Come on, you must indulge me, your very best friend in the whole world."
Maryann sighed. "Not this again."
"What? I'm just getting me the lay of the land." Katie smirked. "Get it? Lay?" She's distracted by two guys who strolled past, checking them out on their way by. "Who are they?" She tracked their backs with a keen, obvious stare.
"I don't know." Riya frowned, then hesitates. "Don't you have a boyfriend? I heard somewhere that you were together with Agent McCain."
"I was, but he left me for another girl." Katie scoffed and sipped her drink. "You wouldn't believe it. I caught the tramp during her walk of shame the next morning. Oh, and guess who the tramp was?"
"Who?" Riya asked.
"Gretel Daniels. Kyla's trashy BFF."
