“What?” I demand, as he continues staring at me.
“You seem different.”
“Because you know I got bullied? God, Davis, move on already.”
He gratifies me with a laugh. “Nah. You’re just all… fired up. Like how Cece said you used to be.”
“Okay… Anyway, keep me updated on the finance stuff, and keep an eye on me whenever I’m in here with anyone who looks like a giant chode, yeah?”
“Yes.” Davis cocks his head again. “Y’know, if the gum guy is going to be at the reunion, I could call him or something. Tell him to stay away from you. If you want?”
The warmth spreading across my chest is easily masked by a palm plastered to my forehead. “Oh, Davis Sanderson, you’re so braaaaaave!”
My new mercenary shakes his head. “Later, Demon.”
“Later,” I say, reopening my notepad. “I’ve got work to do.”
6
Ada
It’s almost ten by the time I’m done writing everything required for my revenge plot. I stretch my arms over my head, praying for the motivation to leave my playpen and take a shower when a huge shadow falls across my table.
“Pretty long vape break, Renaldo.”
Fuck.
I incline my head slowly enough to get my face straight. Jake Graves-Holland scowls down at me. The sight of him sends a bright buzz shooting between my legs. Uncool.
“Hi there!” I say. “Have we met?”
A muscle in his cheek twitches. “I dunno. Might have dreamed you up.”
Another buzz. Equally uncool. As is the fresh margarita in one of Jake’s massive hands, which he plunks in front of me. I’m clearly in for a Big Chat. Probably about the state of a certain Airbnb whitegood. “So, you’re,like, stalking me now?”
“Want me to leave?”
“I didn’t say that. I'm just pointing out you clearly came here to see me again.”
“Clearly. Can I take a seat?”
My insides fizz, and I crank my smile up to ‘step-sib porno’ levels.“Sure! I’m so glad you’re here! How was the rest of the bachelor party?”
“Someone unplugged the fridge.”
I barely hold back a snort. “That’s crazy. Do you think it was an accident?”
“No.”
“Are you sure, because?—”
“Whoever did it left the door open. Everything in it went bad.”
It feels like there are four hundred bees up my nose. “No way!”
Jake gives me an extremely irritated look, but he’s about thirty years too late for that shit to work.
“Aside from the fridge, did you guys have a fun day together?” I chirp.
