“So, tell me how your week went,” Briar asks as she goes for a spring roll. “I’ve missed my nightly updates.” It’s true, because Briar has been going out at night, and I don’t think it’s clubbing or bar hopping. She’s up to something.
“Speaking of, where have you been in the evenings?”
“There are some things you shouldn't know about, Jasmine.”
“Oh, now I really need to know,” I say, and she chews on her bottom lip for a second. “Seriously?” Briar knows I’m not going to judge whatever it is she’s up to.
“Maybe I was doing some light stalking.”
“Light stalking?” I say a silent prayer that Briar hasn’t gone and got some crazy PI job. It’s not exactly out of the question.
“I mean, can you stalk kittens? That can’t be against the law,” she says, and I shake my head. On the surface this so
