Winona locked eyes with Keaton's parents, her heart thudding so hard she swore everyone in the room could hear it.

Awkward didn't even begin to cover it.

This was a full-blown social disaster.

She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, to drag Keaton out and give him a piece of her mind—but his mom and dad were right there, watching everything unfold.

Keaton had totally thrown her under the bus, just to cover for the guard!

He'd gone on and on about Gale and Booker's drama earlier just to get the Windham and Huber families out of the way-so he could sell her out!

Winona was fuming, and before she could stop herself, she stomped her foot in frustration, right before getting out of bed. Something on the nightstand went flying.

It hit the hardwood with a dull thud, then rolled under the bed.

Keaton's eyes went wide-he knew exactly what it was.

But Winona's mind was in overdrive. She didn't even notice what she'd just kicked. She shot Keaton a death glare, cheeks burning, and awkwardly slipped out of bed.

She did her best to smooth her tangled hair and straighten her rumpled clothes, her face red as a beet.

"Uh... Mr. Huber, Janelle..."

Winona felt like she could dig a hole with her toes and crawl into a whole new house to avoid this.

Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

never been this embarrassed in her

in the middle of the night, finishing off someone's vintage Scotch,

red-handed

she committed in her last life to

awkward greeting, the room went

at her. Richard wasn't even mad anymore. Janelle stopped

what felt like a lifetime, Richard cleared his

voice was nothing like the

at

he

almost absurde na moment ago.

gentle.

what are you doing

forced a smile and scrambled for

sent me. He said Keaton wasn't eating, wouldn't take his medicine, and,

happened to be free, so... here I am. And, uh... I might've had

enlightened. "So you're the one

the wine, but he didn't

that's nothing, don't worry about it. A couple of bottles, who cares?

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