Page 229 of The Friend Situation

“I’m every billionaire’s worst nightmare.” She holds up a card that readsIRS AUDIT TEAM.

Weston howls with laughter. “Your humor is dry as fuck, but hilarious.”

“I’m Cher,” Harper chimes in, swinging her long hair over her shoulder and striking a pose. “This is one of her touring costumes.”

My eyes widen as she spins around, showing off the purple pants. “Oh my God. Now, that’s iconic.”

A server walks around with tiny quiches.

I snag one, glancing back at Billie and Harper. “How’s work been since the mini vacation? Did being in Texas spark any ideas?”

The question freezes them both in place. Weston notices their odd behavior but doesn’t stop smiling. Somehow, I catch the subtle flash in his eyes. I think Billie sees it too.

“Howhaswork been?” Weston repeats, crossing his arms over his chest.

I can feel the big-brother vibes radiating off him, and I know I need to rescue them before he starts digging for information. Since we returned, helping Billie without her knowing has been a priority. I understand. I’d do anything for my family too.

As I scan the room, I find Lexi and Easton dressed like Sandyand Danny fromGrease. Seeing Easton’s and Weston’s hair slicked back exactly the same is hilarious. They both look like young Elvis to me. The long-sleeved nightgown totally hides Lexi’s belly. She’s so good at this.

“Excuse us,” I say, pulling Weston with me, not giving him the chance to protest. “We need to say hello.”

I glance back at Billie and Harper, who whisper a thank-you.

Time reveals secrets, and apparently, the two of them are keeping some.

When Weston and Easton approach each other, they step off to the side and chat privately. Lexi and I pretend we’re discussing something important while we eavesdrop.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

Lexi glances around. “Billie’s company is in trouble.”

“We can’t help her then,” Easton says loud enough that we hear. “She would never.”

“I know.” Weston sighs.

Lexi leans in and whispers in my ear, “Asher Banks plans to destroy her company and make snow angels in the ashes.”

“This is worse than I thought,” I admit.

Easton’s voice lowers, and I can’t catch what else he says.

“This can’t be good,” Lexi explains.

“Do you thinkwecan help?” I ask, glancing over at our husbands.

Easton’s jaw is clenched tight, and so is Weston’s.

“I don’t know,” she whispers.

“What if we played matchmaker?” I ask, and her brow lifts.

“It would never work. They hate each other,” Lexi explains. “They act like they’ve already gone through an awful divorce together.”

I burst into laughter. Weston moves close, hooking his pinkie with mine. I smile at him, and he returns it.

“That looks good on you two,” Easton says, taking a sip of wine.

“What does? Our costumes?” I ask.

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