Page 18 of Craving Harper


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“Told me what?”

“Oh, don’t even try it. I know you know.”

“You have a guilty conscience or something?”

“For fuck’s sake, Ma!”

“Meg told Cecilia last night in some drunken phone call, and your aunt called me this morning asking if I knew what the hell her kid was talking about.”

“That’s fucking awesome.”

“So, you want to tell me what happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“Then why are you askingwho told me?”

“I kissed Bas,” I spit out before clamping my mouth shut again.

“Oh. Shit. So, Meg was right.”

“I don’t know how the hell Meg knows. She wasn’t even there.”

“I thought she went to the party?”

“She was at the party, she didn’t see the kiss.”

“Well, someone must’ve.”

“Noel,” I muttered. “And honestly, I’m a little pissed because I never thought she’d be the one gossiping.”

“That’s fair,” my mom replied. “But I don’t think she was. I think Gray was looking for you or something, and when Noel saw you two, she told him what was going on—probably so he wouldn’t walk in on something he didn’t want to see.”

“We were just kissing!”

“Must’ve been one hell of a kiss.”

“Well, I know thatGraywasn’t telling people.”

“Everyone found out somehow,” Mom said grimly as we rolled to a stop in front of my grandparents’ place. “Brace yourself, because with the way the club gossips, everyone knows by now.”

“I hate it here,” I lied as my grandma strode toward the car, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I threw open the door and climbed out as she reached us.

“Hey, Gram.”

“Hi, doll,” she replied, cupping my face in her hands so she could get a good look at me. “Beautiful as ever.”

“Really? This morning Dad said there was something wrong with my face.”

“That’s because your father’s an idiot,” she replied, tapping my cheek. “All men are, sweetheart. But we love them anyway.”

“I’m telling Dad you said that,” my mom called from her seat.

“As if I wouldn’t say it straight to his face?” Gram replied as I moved out of her way. “I’ve got a whole-ass list, so I hope you aren’t in a hurry.”

“Nope.” Mom shook her head as I climbed in the back seat. “We’ve got plenty of time today.”