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He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, turning and gently prodding me to the other room. I sip my wine, choosing the corner seat of the sofa closest to Harley. When I glance back to the kitchen, both men and Pepper have disappeared.
She shoots me a wide, knowing smile. “Out with it.”
“I have nothing to say.”
“Listen, I never want to hear anything detailing romantic escapades with my brother.” Carson shudders. “Just admit we were right.”
“He apologized,” I admit softly, feeling the pressure of all eyes aimed my way.
“We figured that out the second he followed you into the house yesterday, and you two didn’t return for over half an hour.”
“From the glaze in your eyes, the blush on your cheeks, and the mussed hair, we assumed it was a good apology,” Jewls teases. “Now we want details.”
A tinge of embarrassment washes through me but doesn’t linger. Jewls and Harley are good friends. Carson and Addie have always been kind and I like them. Discussing guys is normal.
“It was a nice apology. Apparently, Ford has a very interesting talent for reading lips. He started by renouncing my theory he saw me as a victim. Then things kind of went from there.”
“Ugh, he started that in high school and sharpened the skill in the Marines,” Addie informs me. “Best bet is to turn and shield your lips.”
“He said he usually turns it off. Whatever that means.”
“We told him how invasive it is. But with you, it’s not a surprise. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you yesterday.”
A little thrill races up my spine at the remark, and I sip my wine to hide my grin.
“Oh, she’s giddy.” Jewls catches on.
“And this morning?” Harley prompts. “What happened?”
“He flipped over a picture of her with the hottie firemen and went after her, tracing her to Cruz and Alex’s.” Jewls perks up.
“He surprised me,” is all I add.
“I tried to warn you.”
“You sent me a text with one word.”
“That one word speaks volumes. Incoming.”
“Incoming speaks volumes?”
“As in ‘heads up, your man is incoming’.” She rolls her eyes like I’m an idiot.
“How was I supposed to interpret that message from one word, Jewls?”
“You need to up your text game.”
“Agreed.” Harley nods.
“It’s a little premature to label Ford as my man.”
The four of them exchange a look that has me squirming.
“Ace, Talon, and Major all agreed Mad Jack had made an appearance.”
“Who’s Mad Jack?”
“Nickname Ford picked up in the Marines. Apparently, he had a reputation of being intense and hotheaded,” Harley fills me in.
