“Holy Hell. I wasn’t even in the ladies’ room for five minutes. How did I miss all that?”
When we knock on their door, Annabelle steps in front of me, tension radiating off her in waves. Murphy cracks the door open, and she holds the purse out of his reach. “How’s our girl, Murph?”
He steps outside, keeping his hand on the door so it doesn’t shut completely behind him. “It’s been a fucked-up night, Belles. I’m sure Brina will fill you in tomorrow, but for now, I need to get back in there.” He leans in and kisses Belle’s cheek, then puts his hand out for the purse. “Thanks for bringing this up here.”
“Let me know if you need anything, Murph.” I clap his shoulder.
“Thanks, man. I will.” He steps back into the room, and the door shuts behind him.
Belle and I step back and momentarily stand in silence.
“Well, damn.” I run my fingers through my hair. Probably should have gotten a cut before tonight. “This wasn’t how I was expecting the night to end.”
Annabelle places her small hand in mine. “Who says it has to end now?”