ALLISON’S POV
“So what’s the plan now, smart ass?” Jessy asks, clutching his bag. He’s hovering by my door, definitely late for his shift which would normally be hilarious, except we’re still stuck on what to do about Black.
I groan, leaning against the door. “Maybe… admit I lied?” The words barely leave my mouth before I wince.
“Yeah. No.” I drag a hand down my face. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“Understatement of the century.”
“I know, I know.” I stare at the ceiling. “God, what am I supposed to do now?”
“Look, let’s just go with the fake ID,” Jessy says. “I’ve got a guy and he’s really good.”
My stomach twists instantly.
Black is smart, like annoyingly smart. He’s the kind of guy that notices tiny things and pulls at them until everything reveals itself. The thought of him scrutini
