Pierce’s voice sounded unsteady. I bet he was still hung over, or wasn’t done with whatever chick he left his party with. He had been talking to a lot of girls last night. And he liked having various options. He had to work this afternoon at the Paloma Hotel. Mr. Pruitt would give him major shit for not coming in on time, or fire him on the spot—like he had fired Cassidy, Pierce’s older sister, when she had come into work late. It wasn’t like she did anything other than prance around when she had been at the hotel. I didn’t even know what her official title had been. For the past month and two weeks, I’d been staying with the Pruitt family and working with them since my professors assigned their final exams early. If I hadn’t lived with the Pruitts, I would’ve thought Anton Pruitt was an asshole to Pierce, but he really cared about his son. It was supposed to be my day off, like every Tuesday. I had only had one real Tuesday off, though.
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