They pulled up to the kerb next to a tall block of flats. ‘Hardly the Hilton, is it?’ Abri said. ‘Why are you staying here?’ Jake asked. ‘Sometimes it’s better to be away from the paparazzi,’ Abri said. Monique was already out of the car. ‘Come on, Abri, we need to go.’ Sienna exited the car. The driver gave an annoyed glance over his shoulder. ‘Sorry, Jake,’ Abri said, resting her hand on Jake’s. ‘Jaap took our handbags. We don’t have any money.’ ‘It’s fine,’ he said. ‘I’ll pay when I get back to mine.’ Jake thought he heard Sienna mutter something about Abri’s boy before she slammed the car door. He was really starting to dislike her. ‘Well, thank you,’ said Abri, giving him a peck on the cheek. ‘And thanks for seeing us back safely.’ Monique and Sienna were crossing the street towards the door of the apartment block. ‘You’re not back safe yet,’ Jake said. ‘Wave when you get upstairs.’ ‘We can take care of ourselves, you know,’ Abri said.
