She paused, waiting for her pals to fill her in. After all, no sense borrowing trouble. Uncle Uzzi turned his electric blue gaze on her.
“I am talking about Reginald Cray, dear. Didn’t he take you out a few days ago?”
The old man waited for her to respond, but all she could do was blink. Shit. What could she say?
Well, the dinner was good, the sex was better, but he turned out to be a crazy mofo, after all?
“Oh,” Gretchen said after a moment. She couldn’t hide her shock or her sorrow. “I am sorry, Uncle Uzzi, but that didn’t exactly pan out. Maybe there is someone else in your client list for me.”
“What?” Jessica gasped.
“No way,” Kylie whispered.
“Honey, what happened?” Elissa asked.
“Shhh, ladies. I am not infallible. Now, Gretchen, if you do not mind telling us, what happened?”
“Excuse me?”