“Don’t what?” Jess asks innocently.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you know something.”
“We don’t know anything,” Macy says. A smirk lifts her expression. “Yet.”
Jess slides a latte across the table. “But we’re hoping you’ll tell us.”
I wrap my hands around the mug. It’s warm. I glance at Jess’s cup. Herbal tea. Not her usual triple-shot cappuccino.
“Since when do you drink tea?” I ask.
“Since I’ve been trying to cut back on caffeine.” She says it too quickly. “My doctor said I should.”
“Your doctor.”
“Yep.” She takes a sip, not meeting my eyes. “Health stuff. Boring.”
It’s not boring. And Jess never cuts back on caffeine. She once told me caffeine was the only thing keeping her from committing crimes.
“You’re not going to commit murder, are you?” I laugh
“Are you asking for help?” Jess sips her tea. “Because I can think of at least one person the world could do without. Two, even.”
“Owen and Judith?” Macy asks.
“Owen and Judith,” Jess confirms. I laugh. Leave it to Jess to make death threats feel comforting.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say.
“Seriously though.” Jess sets her cup down. “You’re deflecting. Stop deflecting and tell us what happened last night.”
“My shop was destroyed,” I say. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“We’re not asking about the shop. We were there.” Jess leans forward. “We’re asking about what happened after we all went home. Stop stalling.”
Heat creeps up my neck.
I woke up in Mateo’s arms in his bed this morning. Our legs tangled together under the sheets, his heartbeat steady under my ear.
We’d kissed in his kitchen last night—desperate and wanting and years of restraint finally breaking. His hands in my hair. Mine against his chest, feeling his skin and warmth. Me against the wall, both of us breathing hard, both of us wanting.
And then he stopped it.
And then this morning, he made me coffee with honey already in it, dropped me at Crust & Crumble on his way to the shop with Dean, and kissed me goodbye like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Sadie.” Jess’s voice pulls me back. “You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You absolutely are,” Macy says. “Oh my god, something happened. What happened?”
“Nothing happened.”
“Liar.”
