"You've been working on that paper for four hours!" Amber flung her hands up in exasperation. "What's with the workaholic thing, Christie? You're going to ace the class as it is. Why kill yourself?"
"Because," Christie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "The exhibit Sophie put together is opening tonight and I want to have fun without responsibilities hanging over my head." Amber's brows lifted in incredulous surprise.
"You mean Jacob's ex-girlfriend Sophie?" She tipped a caddish wink, pivoting on a heel to look deeper into Christie's eyes. "You're going to hang out with Jacob, his ex-girlfriend, and a bunch of stuffed shirt pretentious types at an art gallery? Oh s**t, Christie. You've got it bad." Christie clicked on a promising link that opened up an article about environmentally base
