C19 Regan
Across the room my friend, Ronnie, leaned over and whispered something to Lane. She let out a laugh and then clapped her hand over her mouth to hold in the sound. It was too late. Sheridan aimed a cold glare at them and they fell silent with reddening cheeks. I shook my head. Ronnie was forever a flirt even though he’d never managed to convince any of the girls our age to actually date him