The girls all froze, staring at me like they already knew exactly who it was.
I pulled the phone out.
Another text.
From him.
Round one goes to me.
My breath caught.
Another message popped up instantly.
But don’t worry, princess. I’ll give you a chance to catch up.
The girls watched my face carefully.
Jo whispered, “Riley?”
I nodded once.
Malia exhaled sharply. “Oh, he’s obsessed.”
Tessa smirked. “Good. Make him work for it.”
But inside me, everything twisted.
Because I knew one thing for certain.
Riley wasn’t done.
And neither was I.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
RILEY
Thesecondhermouthhad left mine, I already knew two things.
One, she’d been seconds from losing control.
Two, I’d been half a second from losing mine.
No one else would’ve noticed. Not in the dark, not with the fire and the crowd and the idiot cheering like he’d just discovered oxygen.
But I’d noticed.
Because I’d been waiting for that moment.
I’d watched her stand, slow, deliberate, chin high, and walk back to the girls with that stubborn spine of hers like she hadn’t just melted against me for a heartbeat too long.
Everyone else was looking at her like she’d surprised them.
Me?
I wasn’t surprised.
I was fascinated.
