Mallory pursed her lips, pretending to think about it.
“Well, since you’re asking—”
Chase rolled his eyes, pushing off the doorframe.
“I’m done with both of you.”
He turned, heading back upstairs, but not before throwing a smirk over his shoulder.
“Don’t let her steal anything.”
Mallory cackled, stepping inside.
“No promises.”
Savannah just grinned, shaking her head as she shut thedoor.
Savannah flopped onto the couch, tucking her legs underneath her as Mallory settled beside her, setting her coffee on the table with a dramatic sigh.
“So,” Mallory drawled, turning to face Savannah fully, mischief practically radiating from her. “How was it?”
Savannah rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “Not discussing this with you.”
Mallory gasped, clutching her chest. “What? But I’m your best friend! Your closest confidante! The one who—”
“—Showed up unannounced and ruined a perfectly good morning?” Savannah finished, smirking as she reached for Mallory’s coffee and took a sip, ignoring the glare she received in return.
“Listen,” Mallory said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “I don’t regret it. Not even a little bit. Because now I get to see you all flustered and happy, and Chase all…” She wiggled her fingers in the air, searching for the right word. “Domestic.”
Savannah scoffed. “Chase is not domestic.”
Mallory arched a brow, unimpressed. “Oh no? Because that man just walked up those stairs like he owns this place.” She took a slow sip of her coffee, then smirked. “Oh, wait. He does own this place.”
Savannah rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t make him domestic.”
Mallory hummed, giving her a slow once-over. “Maybe not. But judging by the way you’re dressed, I’d say he owns you, too.”
Savannah threw a throw pillow at her, laughing. “You’re the worst.”
Mallory caught it with ease, a knowing grin on her lips. “But you love me.”
Savannah sighed, shaking her head as she leaned back against the couch. “Unfortunately.”
A few seconds of silence passed before Mallory stretched her legs out, toeing off her shoes. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
Savannah gave her a look. “What do you mean?”
Mallory scoffed. “Oh, come on. You’re not gonna sit here all night playing house. Let’s go out.”
Savannah considered it. “Where?”
Mallory grinned. “Low-Tide.”
Savannah smirked. “Of course you want to go to Low-Tide.”
Mallory shrugged, unbothered. “It’s fun, and I need fun.”
Before Savannah could reply, Chase reappeared, now fully dressed in a fittedblack T-shirt and jeans that only made him look more unfairly attractive. He paused at the foot of the stairs, watching the two of them with mild suspicion.
