“Oh yeah? What did she say?”
“She wants to talk,” she shrugs. “But I think just so she can give me back my stuff.”
“I’m sorry, Carrie. I hope it’s not what you think.”
“Me too, but I kind of screwed this up, so it’s my fault really.”
I punch her playfully in the arm. “Stop blaming yourself for everything, kiddo.”
“Don’t call me kiddo.”
I sigh as she swings around on the couch and drops her feet on my thighs, stretching out.
“I have to say I was surprised you defended Jax like that,” she says, and I turn to her, irritation spiking.
“Why wouldn’t I? She’s my girlfriend.”
Carrie snorts. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
I look over at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I just didn’t think things were very, like, serious between the two of you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Carrie says, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Maybe because there was a massive pile of moneybehind her when I walked in on you guys? I figured either she has a kink for that kind of thing?—”
“Carrie!”
“Or she’s an escort. I mean, there’s no way you could get someone that hot without paying for it.”
I throw her legs off my lap and stand up. She recoils from me but doesn’t back down, raising her eyebrows defiantly.
“What? I’m not judging, I just think it was pretty obvious you didn’t know each other well. The way you were together didn’t make sense. You clearly don’t care about her.”
“Of course I fucking do!” I snap and immediately close my eyes when I see the look of triumph on her smug little face.
“Iknewit,” she says happily. “I just wanted to check.”
“You’re such a bitch,” I mutter.
“Hey!” Lola says, coming in behind me. “Don’t call your youngest sister a bitch, you asshole.”
“Hey, don’t call him an asshole, you whore,” Carrie retorts, and Lola laughs, skirting around me and lowering onto the couch beside our sister.
“What are you two fighting about?” she asks as Carrie puts her legs onto Lola’s lap instead.
“I was just pointing out to Gray that he loves Jax.”
“I donot?—”
“Why is this news?” Lola asks. “She’s amazing.Imight fall in love with her if I didn’t have Martin. She has the kind of legs I’ve wanted all my life. Don’t let her slip away, Gray.”
“You are both unbelievable. I am not—” I stop, and Carrie gives me a meaningful look.
“You’re not,what?”
“I hate you.”
