“Knox and Brady had a thing. Months ago. I wasn’t there, but I heard it was something about Brady getting up in Knox’s shit about stringing Luna along. This resulted in Knox finding Cheyenne, which pissed Brady off more. So, I don’t know if they’re playing a game or if he and Luna are just tight. But it’s probably both.”
Even I was dubious about this question with the hints I was catching in regard to Brady and Gem, but when you played these kinds of games, feelings could get confused.
I asked the question anyway.
“Does Brady have a thing for Luna?”
He shook his head and told me what I’d already guessed. “No.” Then he grinned. “Brady trends toward me and Javi’s taste in women. You know, the ones who wear cute dresses and make us cupcakes.”
I slapped his arm, even if I was beside myself with glee that was his taste, and it was fascinating to know this about Brady.
And Gemma was kinda like Harlow and me, except she could be really shy, especially around guys, most especially around hot guys, and this could turn into awkward, which she was a lot around the Hottie Squad (the hint to the reason for that was in the name).
Though, once I’d first noticed it when we were doing Nancy and Tex’s yard, I’d since noticed it a lot more, and it seemed Brady thought shy and awkward was all kinds of cute (or, at least he did when Knox wasn’t paying attention).
Gabe was in my brain, I knew, when he ordered, “Stop matchmaking.”
“I wasn’t matchmaking,” I lied.
“Yes, Brady has clocked Gemma,” he confirmed.
I felt my eyes get big and happy.
“Fuck,” he said.
“What?” I asked, confused by his change in tone.
“Like I said, I think Brady and Luna are playing a game,” he confessed. “And I think this because I know Brady is into Gemma, but now he’s got his shit in a bind because he’s doing whatever he’s doing with Luna.”
“A tangled web has been woven,” I muttered.
“Which is why I’ll repeat, let it play itself out, so you don’t get stuck in it.”
Ulk.
“That kind of crap always gets messy, baby, and you don’t want to get tied up in the mess,” he went on. And then he reminded me, “In any game, there’s always a loser.”
It seemed in this one, Cheyenne was.
I couldn’t say this bummed me out, and not only because I wanted Luna with Knox.
It was also because Cheyenne didn’t fit, and, sure, that was naturally the way when you were brought into an already tightly knit posse.
But even if we all wanted Knox with Luna, we were welcoming with Cheyenne. We tried.
She didn’t.
Instead, she acted, any time she was with us, like she couldn’t wait to get Knox away from us.
Then again, it might be she wanted to get Knox away from Luna.
Hmm.
“You’re not letting it go,” Gabe observed.
“I just want everyone to be happy,” I replied.
His eyes warmed.
