Page 97 of Lost & Found

She punctuated her sentence with her middle finger. “And this isn’t over,” she added, eyes flashing. “Not by a long shot. You think you won. It’s just getting started. This is war.”

I pressed my phone back to my ear. “I’m shaking,” I deadpanned.

Then slowly, I reached for the button on my jeans. She squeaked—an actual squeak—and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

I laughed under my breath. Sebastian was still talking.

“Yeah,” I muttered into the phone, staring at the closed door. “Everything is under control.”

What the fuck just happened?

I barreled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me, the red bikini still clutched in my hand. I held it up. It was barely there. Two tiny triangles and some strings. That was it.

I hadn’t even tried it on. Actually, now that I thought about it—I hadn’t tried any of the three Kinsley picked up and insisted I pack. Because I had fully intended to ‘forget’ they existed.

But no. She hovered while I packed, like a prison guard supervising contraband inspection. I could still see her folding them neatly, raising a brow when I tried to tuck them deep in the suitcase.

She knew me too well. I dropped the bikini onto the counter and stared at it. There was no universe in which it covered me appropriately. Speaking of the devil…

I pulled out my phone and fired off a text. It was around seven back home. Dinner would be done, and it was Tuesday. Movie night. Safe territory.

BELLA:

Got a minute?

KINS:

Always. What’s up?

BELLA:

Could you have gotten a skimpier bikini?

KINS:

You’ve got it on? Send a pic. Please.

I scoffed and snapped a photo of it laid out on the marble counter instead. Even flat, it looked criminal. I stared at it as I hit send.

KINS:

That’s not helpful. I remember what it looks like. I picked it out. I meant on your body, beautiful.

BELLA:

That’s not what I really texted you for. It’s deeper.

KINS:

Do you want to talk instead? I’ll pretend I need the bathroom.

God, I loved her.

BELLA:

No, Pasha’s waiting. Things got weird. Or…they’ve been weird.

KINS: