“Thank you for convincing Swedes to make chicken outside of his regularly scheduled rotation,” O said, regaining Mac’s attention.
And giving Hollywood the opportunity to snuggle Maeve in one tattooed arm while he checked his phone with the other. At whatever he saw there, his expression softened.
What messy drama did I stumble into?
I feel like a fly on the wall at theLove Islandhouse.
They should really do a scary biker edition.
I watched for a heated or flirty look to be shared between the man and woman who werenotman and wife.
Instead, Hollywood’s gaze was on me as he offered a small smile and a quick shoulder squeeze.
What was that?
How did I get dragged into this?
And where the hell is my fake boyfriend?
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
BLOWING SMOKE UP YOUR HOODIE
LUNA
The little family said theirgoodbyes—including a stilted one from Mac to me—before leaving.
I couldn’t bluntly ask her what was up. That would be awkward at best and come across as antagonistic at worst.
I was a girl’s girl, never a mean girl.
But I could ask O or Jury.
Just as soon as the latter was done blowing smoke into his hoodie.
And, no, that wasn’t a euphemism for something.
“What was that?” I asked through my laughter while he choked on the cloud that’d puffed right back into his face.
O must’ve been expecting the other questions I had, not my laughter. “What was what?”
“Jury is trying to get his abs high.”
“Don’t let your man hear you noticed I have abs,” he warned.
“At least I didn’t say you were getting your dick high.”
He grimaced. “Appreciate that, ’cause I’m pretty sure he’d rip it off me.”
“This still begs the question… Why is Jury getting any part of his body high?” Ophelia asked me.
“You’d have to ask him. I just looked over to see him exhale into his hoodie and then it floated back in his face.”
“Maybe it’s smoke from my hot abs?” he muttered, clearly not finding the humor in the situation that O and me were.
“We know that’s not it,” O said dryly. “So what happened?”
After looking around, Jury leaned closer so he could keep his voice quiet. “I knew I couldn’t smoke because Maeve and Lo were here. Maeve left. Totally wasn’t thinking about how Lo was still right here till I’d already taken the rip. I tugged my hoodie out to blow down it, but then I dropped it too soon so it just, you know, puffed back up.” He looked at me. “My bad.”
