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“Stop saying that. Brooks wasn’t flirting for real, and I’m sure Wells is just entertained by my embarrassment. They’re just being nice because I’m your sister. And doing this is making my affliction worse. So shut up.”
This time, she laughs before linking arms with me to lead me outside.
“First off, the way you say affliction makes it sound like you’re a nineteenth-century Victorian child. Second, if you hadn’t blocked me, I would’ve told you that they are most certainly, verifiably interested in you.”
I jerk her to a stop. “What?What?” The secondwhatis louder than the first.
She’s smiling maniacally. Well, maybe she’s smiling normally, but I’m still categorizing it as a horror movie.
“Try and be cool,” she says calmly.
Ironic because I feel my chest get hot. I narrow my eyes at her as she continues.
“I had a little chat with them in the kitchen last night. I can confirm they think you’re hot…”
“You spoke to them? You asked them if they thought I was hot? Why would you do that? I’m never speaking to you again.”
But in the middle of my rant, she chews her bottom lip. Just like when we were kids. She’s hiding something.
“What else? Spill it. What did you say?”
With an innocent shrug, she says, “I may have told them you felt the same.”
“Sloane—” My eyes bugging out of my head serve as mywhat the fuck!Not that it deters her from continuing.
“You do… This is good, Margot. You need a lifetime of catch-up, and they’re all in. Trust me, teaching might be their love language.”
“Teaching!” I burst out before looking around.
I can barely form words, but the ones that come out sound something like, “They know about micro penis? And everything else?”
She nods as if I asked her if she likes sunshine. It’s so casual. Which makes me irate. I actually visualize screaming before drop-kicking her.
“How could you do this to me?” I grit out. “I came here to relax. To get Zen. Not to—”
“Gimme a break,” she cuts in. “You don’t even do yoga, Margot. And the wellness you need is—”
“Regardless,” I snap. “I did not come here for my sister to set me up with three children for sexcapades.”
At that very moment, a woman walks by, the same one whose purse I ruined. She stares at us, making Moonbeam try and hide her smile and me vigorously shake my head.
“No, no, no…not children. Grown men, just younger than me. I’m not having sex with children. I’m not having sex period, actually.”
The woman looks between us before walking away a little faster. And that’s fair.
My face whips back to Moon’s. “I’m gonna kill you. Right after the FBI comes to investigate me.”
“You’re being so dramatic—” She rolls her eyes like I’m spoiling the mood. “—and ungrateful. This is exactly what you need. What happened to, ‘I want someone to break my back.’ Well, I found you three grown men to do it. You’re welcome.”
I smack her shoulder quickly.
“Ow,” she complains.
“And I’m supposed to what? Choose between friends? Rotate them? Like, I’m on the Pornhub version ofThe Bachelorette? Or have a foursome like you joked last night. I’ll have you know I had insane dreams because of your smutty brain. So no, Sloane. Hard pass. This is awful.”
Her expression shifts. It’s not a wince or a grimace, but there’s a change. It’s enough to make my head draw back and for silence to suddenly fall between us.
She does the lip thing again, and I scowl.
