“Oh,” she says softly. “This just got interesting.”
I blink.
“No,” I say immediately. “No, it didn’t. It just got really fucking annoying.”
Jessica grins. “He’s a Tiger, honey. We don’t do annoying. We do persistent.”
“Yeah, well, he can persist somewhere else,” I shoot back.
But even as I say it, I feel it.
That little spark.
That pull.
That stupid, inconvenient awareness that started the second I saw him and hasn’t gone away since.
I scowl and grab my soft drink.
“Anyway,” I say firmly, “I blocked him.”
Kylie nearly chokes on her water.
“You what?”
“I blocked him,” I repeat. “Phone, texts, email—everything.”
Gretchen slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes going wide like I just confessed to a felony.
Jessica’s lips twitch—oh no, she’s enjoying this.
And Elissa?
Elissa leans back in her chair, slow and deliberate, like she just settled in for front row seats to chaos.
“Well,” the Nari says, steepling her fingers, her gaze sharp and knowing, “this is about to get interesting.”
I narrow my eyes at her.
“For who?”
Her smile is pure trouble.
“For us.”
Oh hell no.
Yeah.
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
Because while my new friends might think this is funny—like some kind of romantic reality show they get to binge with snacks—I’m the one standing in the middle of it.
I’m the one who felt that pull.
That spark.
That something the second I looked at him.
