Double uh-oh.
Shay pointed her margarita at me dramatically.“Prime!Take Push and go play pool or something.”
Prime called from the doorway, “Why?”
“Because girl talk.”
“No.”
She glared at Prime.“Yes.”
Push’s deep laugh drifted from the hallway.
Pearl waved both hands impatiently.“Go away.Shoo.”
Prime appeared in the doorway again looking annoyed.“Push already thinks you’re corrupting McKayla.”
Pearl looked delighted.“Good.”
Push’s eyes met mine briefly, and suddenly I was very aware of the kiss again.
Out on the trail, his hands on me, and the way he’d looked right before he kissed me.My stomach flipped hard.
Shay caught it immediately because apparently she was emotionally psychic.She waited until Prime and Push disappeared down the hallway.“Oh my God,” she whispered dramatically.“Something happened.”
“Nothing happened,” I lied.
“Liar,” Pearl and Shay said together.
“Spill,” Shay demanded.
I laughed nervously and took another drink.Then another.Liquid courage immediately kicked my mouth into motion.“We kissed.”
Pearl slapped Shay’s arm triumphantly.“I told you.”
“You absolutely did,” Shay said.
I pointed at both of them.“You two are terrifying.”
“What happened?”Pearl demanded.
So I told them.
And unfortunately, once I started talking, it all came spilling out faster than intended.“It’s insane,” I finished.“I’m trapped at a motorcycle clubhouse on a haunted island while my sister is missing and people keep turning up dead, so I absolutely should not be thinking about Push and his stupid mouth.”
Pearl choked on her drink, laughing.
“And his eyes,” I continued dramatically because apparently tequila had stolen my dignity.“Which do this soft thing when he looks at me sometimes.”
Shay made a tiny squealing noise.
I covered my face.“I hate both of you.”
“No you don’t,” Pearl laughed.
I peeked through my fingers.“A little.”
Pearl nudged my knee gently.“You shouldn’t feel bad.”
