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Emma sits stunned for a second. "Seriously?"
"Absolutely." Alba beams. "Leah and I will split our time there, but we need a manager. We couldn't think of anyone better suited for the job than you. Who else loves books as much as Leah and me?"
"I…I don't know what to say."
"We hope you'll say yes." Alba grins. "You'll be doing us a favor."
"Then I say yes," Emma agrees without hesitation. "A million times, yes."
From there, we keep the topics light while steering clear of the club's current drama.
"So, Ember." Glory takes a sip of wine, and I don't miss how all the girls have gone quiet.
I pause with a bite of cake halfway to my mouth. "What?"
"Anything new with you?" she asks.
"Nope. Nothing new here."
"Mmm hmm," Emerson hums.
"That's not what we hear," Mila mutters.
I cut my eyes to Alba and Leah, who are doing an excellent job of not looking at me.
"Yeah. Then what have you heard?"
"That you and Blake have something going on," Glory supplies.
I point my finger at the two gossiping culprits. "You two are the worst."
Leah ducks her head while Alba tries yet fails to look offended. "What! It's true. Besides, Grey is the one who said Blake leaves your bedroom early every morning, and he also says you've been playing your music almost every night for months."
"Sounds to me like Grey is more of a blabbermouth than my sister." Bella throws a cracker at Alba's head.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grey's a blabbermouth, Alba's a blabbermouth. And we're all nosy as hell. Now spill the tea, Ember." Glory downs the rest of her wine and fills her glass again. All the other women are practically sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for me to spill my guts. I blow out a breath and down a shot of tequila. "I have feelings for Blake."
"Well, no shit," Glory snips. "And the man is gone for you."
I shake my head. "It's not like that, and Blake doesn't feel that way about me."
Bella scoots closer to me on the couch. "Ember, the man sleeps in your room every night."
"Exactly. He sleeps. He comes in, lies on my bed, and I play for him until he falls asleep. Nothing more. Then he's gone by morning."
"You more than like him, don't you?" Grace asks.
I bite my bottom lip and let my silence speak for itself, because I don't dare to admit it out loud. Luckily, Sofia jumps in and steers the subject away from Blake.
"You know, I've heard you play before, and you play beautifully. When did you start?"
"I started playing the cello when I was six. I can play the piano and the flute, but I stopped practicing the piano and flute by the time I was fifteen. But I love the cello."
"What kind of parents make their six-year-old learn three instruments?" Alba questions.
"The kind with high expectations," I tell her. "Especially when they find out their daughter is gifted."
Mila pops a cube of cheese in her mouth. "Gifted?"
