Annabeth nods.
“You’ve got that look.”
“What look?”
“The one where a man is driving a woman crazy, and she’s pretending she doesn’t have feelings,” Carolina says lazily.
I groan.
“Can we not?”
“No,” Finley says cheerfully.“We cannotnot.”
Dani leans forward.
“So.Let’s talk about Noah.”
I immediately sit up straighter.
“There is nothing to talk about.”
Three pairs of eyebrows go up.
Annabeth snorts.
“Oh, honey, I doubt that man is nothing to talk about.Come on.Give us a nod if we’re close.”
She holds up her hands at a distance that, to be fair, is actually pretty accurate.
I nod.
She holds up her hand for hi-fives.
I shake my head and try not to laugh because if I do that, I might also start crying.
“Seriously, Chiara, what’s up?I mean, that man looks at you like a starving wolf staring at a steak.”
Carolina hums.
“It’s actually very romantic,” Dani agrees.
“It’s terrifying,” I correct.
“Why?”Finley asks.
“Because,” I say, waving my hands in frustration, “he’s Noah Walker.”
“And?”
“And I’m justme.”
They all stare at me.
I sigh.
“Look, I know what this looks like.Big, hot rugby player.Curvy physical therapist.Everyone thinks it’s cute.”
“Newsflash, itiscute,” Dani says.
