 Simon and Schuster Audio presents, In Her Wake, A Ten Tiny Brets Navella by K. A. Tucker. Read by Sebastian North. CHAPTER ONE APRIL 26, 2008 Last one and then we're heading out. You're kidding me, right? Derek's deep voice carries over the steady thrum of house music. He hands off an empty beer bottle to a passing buddy in exchange for two full ones, tossing one to me. It's what? He glances at his watch. Only twelve. And we drove an hour to get here. Twisting the cap off I suck back a big gulp, the fresh cold liquid like icy relief on a scorching day. Even though it's April in Michigan and barely tipping the freezing mark outside, it's sweltering hot in here. I warned you that I wanted an early night. I'm hitting the books first thing tomorrow morning, or I'm screwed. Four finals in three days. I'm screwed either way. That's probably why the Millers are going down so damn fast tonight. I'm definitely more relaxed than I was when we first arrived. You'll be home by tomorrow morning, until then. He gives his cousin's living room jam-packed with a blend of college kids and locals a once over, stalling on two blondes who look like they could still be in high school. If we don't head out soon, I'll be a write-off and you know it. It's no surprise that Derek's busting my balls to stay. He's never been one to miss a party. Normally, we have to pry him off the cake. But I only agreed to watch the hockey game, the Red Wings are in the playoffs after all, and somehow it turned into this. If it weren't my last Friday night in Michigan, I would have said no in the first place. Don't you have finals to worry about, too? Derek shrugs, taking another long drag of his beer, and then settling his eyes on the brunette tucked into the tight space beside me on the couch. Michelle, I think she said her name was. She's pretty and sweet, and she's casually nudged her thigh against mine enough times for me to know she's into me. But even though it's been six weeks since Madison came to visit me and I'm dying to get laid, I'm not about to cheat on my girlfriend, especially not for a one-nighter. I ignore Derek's dumb smirk. Where's Sasha? He dips his head to the left. I follow his lead to where our friend stands toe-to-toe with a brunette. All complete. Ready to continue?