Leo and Crosby look at each other as Emmett slides through the crowds of people, coming to a stop in front of us.
“Good, you’re here,” I say, slapping him on the arm. “I was just telling these morons that they have a new neighbor.”
Emmett frowns. “You moved into their building?”
Leo’s elbows hit the surface, burying his face in his hands. “Worse,” he nearly cries.
“I’m right across the harbor,” I tell him with a smirk, watching the new information hit Owen in the face.
Owen Crosby and Leo Warner weren’t always neighbors. It wasn’t until Owen was caught fucking Leo’s sister that he moved in, but not before Leo nearly wrecked his life.
A year later, Leo got his revenge when he started sleeping with Owen’s sister.
Or,fell in love,or whatever. He denies it's revenge, but I’m notsure who would believe him.
Everything worked out fine, and Briar and Isla are super close, which is only annoying to Leo and Owen because they regularly have girls' nights with Briar’s daughter and their other friends.
Their other friends who always seem tobe at Leo’s place.
Their other friends who don’t seem to know the history I have withoneof their friends.
I take a sip of my beer, trying not to feel a little insulted at the fact that she’s apparently never told them about me. Never told them about our childhood.
But maybe I should be grateful. Because that probably means they don’t know what I did to her.
Don’t know why she pretends I don’t exist.
Like I’m the worst person she’s ever seen in the world.
“That means you can’t have wild window sex,” I point at Owen. “I’ll be watching.”
He doesn’t look amused. “How do you even know about that?”
I shrug. “I’m one of the girls. Girls gossip. Girls talk.”
It couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m close with Isla. I think we all are after firmly believing she was a man for months in fantasy football.
I genuinely thought I saw her nipples at one time. Well, when she was supposed to be a man.
They were Owen’s nipples.
Honestly, even better than seeing a woman’s. And especially today, I can’t really tell how weird that would be.
But I do know that the two of them have had nasty, kinky window sex more times than I can count, and I can’t promise I won’t see something I don’t want to while I’m spying on him.
“I’m getting curtains,” Crosby murmurs.
“They’ll have to be blackout.”
“I’m getting blackout curtains.”
With a smirk, the boys settle in and start talkingabout the latest bullshit diet we’re on before the season, and I look around.
The place has filled up fast, and when my eyes land on a pair of familiar ones, my skin turns to ice.
My entire body freezes.
My heart starts beating faster.
