My phone buzzes, cutting me off mid-sentence. Annabelle arches an eyebrow, eyes like a hawk zeroing in on its prey.
“Gee. Who could that be?” She feigns innocence as if she didn’t know who was messaging me.
I glance at the screen, heart stumbling. Then I groan. “I seriously hate you.”
“You love me.”
“No, I really don’t.”
Annabelle is undeterred from torturing me. “Then why are you smiling?”
Am I?
My fingers go to my face, and I touch my mouth.
Shit.
Iamsmiling.
Chapter 7
Harris:
Miss me yet?
Lucy:
I would have to know who this is first before I can answer that question.
Harris:
You know who this is, don’t be coy.
Lucy:
Give me one hint . . .
Harris:
Hot butWet
Lucy:
Wow. You are so full of yourself.
Harris:
I’m full of myself for telling you I’m wet?
Lucy:
No, because you called yourself hot.
Harris:
I’m only hot because I’m in the sauna.
Lucy:
