Page 104 of Drop Three

Speaking of said beautiful redhead—here she is.

“Woah, who’s the knockout, Bodhi?” Penelope announces, causing embarrassment to course through me.

Who invited her here anyway?

I turn to find Navy face-to-face with my sister and instantly freeze. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I move?

Penelope must catch onto my abnormal behavior because she looks at me like I have ten heads.

Oh, shit. “Penelope, this is Navy, Cal’s sister.”

Before Penelope has a chance to respond, Navy pulls her into a tight hug, lifting her small frame off the ground. “Oh my gosh, Penelope! It’s so great to finally meet you.”

Warmth.My heart feels fucking warm.

I stand back, a prisoner to my two favorite women in the world meeting for the first time.

Navy pulls back, and Penelope takes it as her sign to finally speak, but she looks at me with raised brows. “This is Navy?”

I nod because words are lost on me.

I act like I’ve never seen Navy a day in my life. What the hell is wrong with me? Even my hands are clammy.

A sly and mischievous look crosses Penelope’s face as she turns toward Navy, who waits for us to say something. “Oh, Navy…the pleasure is mine.”

Penelope cranks her head back at me and smirks.

Brat.She better not open her fucking mouth.

“That doesn’t sound promising. What have you heard?” Navy laughs, signaling for one of us to fess up.

“Nothing. She’s heard nothing,” I bite out a little more aggressively than planned.

“Testy…interesting,” Penelope mutters and shifts her attention back to Navy. “Is my brother always like this around you?”

Navy doesn’t hesitate. “Easy to annoy? Weak under pressure? Randomly silent? Yes.”

Both girls share an explosive laugh that makes me both embarrassed and pleased. This is the weirdest interaction I’ve ever had.

“I’m right here,” I call out to them from less than five feet away.

Expectedly, they ignore me.

“Navy, I think this is the beginning of a great friendship,” Penelope tells her.

I’m an outcast in my own home.

Lucky me for having an incredibly extroverted sister and secret lover. I hit the jackpot of feminine power.

“Ditto, girlfriend,” Navy responds.

It’s as if I’m not even here.

Navy leads Penelope to the kitchen, where she grabs a water for each of them. I watch in bewilderment as Penelope completely forgets about the water I grabbed for her not even five minutes ago.

The girls sit on the barstools at the kitchen island and continue their conversation, pretending like I’m nonexistent.

Okay…I guess I don’t need to show my guest where to go…she seems to fit in just fine.

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