“Sorry,” she winces. “I’m not usually this rude…I honestly didn’t notice you both sitting there otherwise I would’ve said hi sooner.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I wave her off.
I know what it’s like to be hungover and not take in your surroundings, your mind is focused more on getting rid of the banging headache than anyone sitting around you.
“I’m Nova.” She smiles, leaning over the counter to get a better view of us.
“Lilly.” I smile back.
“Nina.”
“So…are you girls dating any of these losers?Omg,“ looking in Chase’s direction, she gags. “Don’t tell me one of you is datinghim.”
So, she’s not dating him?
Theo laughs from further down the island. “Nina and Hunter are fucking—ow dude, what the fuck?” He hisses as Hunter smacks the back of his head. “It’s not my fault I almost walked in on you,again.”
“Theo, shut up.” Hunter growls.
“Fine, I’ll shut up,” rolling his eyes, he grins. “Oh, Lilly and Greyson are also fake dating.”
Looking between Greyson and me with an amused look on her face, she says. “Fake dating?”
“Yeah…it’s a long story.” I reply, awkwardly scratching my ear.
“In other words, they don’t want to talk about it,” Chase stands and starts collecting the plates and turns his attention toward Nova. “Anyway, didn’t you tell mom you was gonna be home before lunch?”
Mom?
Glancing between them, the puzzle connects. How didn’t I realize? They’re literally identical with their green eyes and dark hair.
“I’m meeting a friend for lunch before driving home,” she grins at him. “Mom already knows, I texted her before I came down.”
“You have friends?” He gasps sarcastically.
“Har, Har.”
“Who are you meeting?”
“C—what the fuck, you dick!” She cuts herself off when Chase accidently knocks a mug of coffee, which is thankfully cold, over her lap. “You’re lucky I was just about to shower.”
“Should’ve done it before you came down, you smell.”
Shoving his shoulder, she stands from the chair and turns to look at Nina and me. “It was nice meeting you girls.”
“You too.” I smile.
“And you.” Nina beams.
“Lilly, maybe we’ll see more of each other in the future.” Winking, she spins on her heel and runs out of the kitchen, giggling to herself.
What the fuck does that mean?
Scrunching my eyebrows, I look at Greyson. “Ignore her,” he laughs, resting his hand on my thigh. My body erupts in goosebumps, and I gulp. “She’s a weird girl.”
“Weird is an understatement.” Chase snorts.
Okay…but why do I feel like I’m missing something.
