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Holly notices Freddi is struggling to lace up her boots. Holly has theories.
“Are you high?”
“What do you think? Don’t judge.”
Holly can’t, but she does. “Are you afraid to go home?”
“What home?” Brady Hartsfield and his associates might be gone, but does that mean Freddi has much to go back to? No money, no friends, no prospects. The only thing she’s looking forward to is maybe spending more time with Holly, this freaky, plainly pretty older woman who has her all figured out. “Help me with these shoes, yeah?”
Holly kneels to do just that. She blushes.