“SLOANE RHODES!”
My shoulders tense.
Jade launches across the room and throws her arms around me.
I stiffen instinctively—then force myself to let her.
Jade squeezes like she’s trying to glue me back together.
“You did it,” she says into my hair. “You absolute menace.”
“Thank you,” I manage, voice muffled.
Jade pulls back, eyes shining. “I’m so proud of you I could throw up.”
“Please don’t,” I deadpan.
Jade laughs, then her gaze drops to Logan. Her grin turns wicked.
“And look who you brought,” she purrs.
Logan mutters, “Fuck me,” under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s already regretting his existence.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
Jade points at him like she’s accusing him of a crime. “The shirt was iconic.”
Logan groans. “Why is that still a topic? I was forced against my will.”
“Because it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Jade says. Then she leans closer and stage whispers, “Also, I took a picture and sent it to the group chat.”
Logan’s eyes widen. “You did what?”
Jade beams. “Smile, babe.”
I choke on a laugh that comes out half cough, half surprise.
Logan’s gaze snaps to me.
For a second, his eyes soften like he’s shocked he pulled that sound out of me.
I glare to cover it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He smirks faintly. “Like what?”
“Like…like you won,” I snap.
Logan’s smirk deepens. “I did.”
He’s not wrong.
Blakely appears from the kitchen with a tray of something that looks suspiciously like homemade brownies, and speaking from past experience, those do not end well.
She holds them out with a calm expression, like she’s offering peace terms.
“I brought snacks,” she says.
I exhale. “Of course you did.”
