“Marcus swears she’ll be single forever.”Laughter. They’re right behind us.
That’s the final straw.
I catch Rhys’s eye mid-spin to my sisters, and I pray he plays along.
“Marcus is wrong.” I lean back against Rhys’s hard chest and smile deviously at my sisters. “I’m not single.”
CHAPTER 5
RHYS
Well,that fucking escalated quickly.
One minute, my mouth is opening, and I’m telling the receptionist that Mira and I can share the cabin. Which, for the record, is one of my more impulsive decisions. I kind of regretted it immediately, but her shocked expression was worth it.
Plus, I meant what I said—there is no way in hell I’m third-wheeling in my friends’ cabins. Aaron and Willow are loud as shit. Don’t ask me how I know. The vision of me sleeping with a pillow stuffed over my face flashes before my eyes. And Thorne and Briar? Still in the honeymoon phase, honestly. They probably concocted some bullshit rule about no clothes in the cabin.
I love Thorne, but I donotneed to see his dick.
And he’d punch me if I accidentally saw Briar’s tits.
But then—butthen—Mira’s sisters strolled into the lodge. I remember them, and I’m not too surprised by their catty conversation. A pang of empathy rolls through me. If I were her, I wouldn’t want to share a cabin with them. Not after her outburst about being squished between a huge teenager and a two-year-old.
That sounds like the opposite of a good time.
Her gaze flicks to mine as she spins toward her sisters. I rotate with her, and she leans on my chest. Her body heat goes straight through the thin shirt I snagged on the way out the door.
“Marcus is wrong,” she says to them. “I’m not single.”
I barely bite back my gasp. She has a boyfriend? Then why the fuck is she leaning on—oh.
She’s referring tome. This is not good. She’s lying through her teeth, and I have half a mind to out her immediately just on the principle of the matter.
So why the fuck does my hand automatically go to her hip? My hand is huge against her, splaying across her abdomen.
The sisters’ expressions drop, their eyebrows lifting. They don’t even seem ashamed that they were overheard. The fact that there’s not an ounce of guilt in their expressions goes straight through me.
What kind of monsters have they turned into?
Yeah, they were always brats. They shunned Mira because she was a little awkward.
Okay, a lot awkward. But that’s why we got along. We were nerds together. We played alien cowboy space drifters—a made-up game that involved pretend guns and sprinting around our backyards. Her siblings would never.
Her parents didn’t pay attention to her much either, come to think of it.
I refocus on Mira’s sisters. Their names are escaping me, but I don’t know if Mira wants to out me as the ex-boy-next-door. It might be too cliche, then she’d have to deal withthatridicule.
Besides, I look different. I grew a few feet, gained fifty pounds in muscle, lost the baby face…
“You have a boyfriend,” one of them says in disbelief. It’s the taller of the two. She’s stick-thin, and she may as well have juststepped out of a ski magazine. Her gaze darts to my face, then sweeps down my body.
I’ve been inspected before, but never with such skepticism.
“Is that so hard to believe?” Mira asks.
My fingers flex, but I have no idea what the appropriate response is.
“Well…” The shorter, curvier one frowns. “It’s just that you’ve never actually mentioned him.”
