“Right,” Jenner said firmly. Immy had been the last one to get her period out her, Cat, and Maeve. She’d gotten her period late. Really late. When she was sixteen.
Her mom wasn’t someone she could go to and Maeve and Cat hadn’t been around. So the guys had helped her.
It hadn’t really been weird to Immy. Because the guys were always there for her. And it was natural, right?
“Oh, look, here comes Sampson.”
Sampson stepped up on Immy’s other side, frowning at Lauren.
“Sampson, Lauren wanted you,” Immy told him, leaning slightly into him.
“I didn’t want Sampson.”
“Then why did you want to send Immy to get him?” Jenner asked.
Silence fell after that and she felt the guys stiffen around her.
Ahh, she got it. Lauren wanted to get rid of her. Probably so she could introduce Jenner to the goddess standing beside her.
That goddess at least had the good grace to appear embarrassed.
“Jenner, I wanted to introduce you to Amaya. She’s an up-and-coming country and western singer with the most beautiful voice.”
“That’s where I’ve seen you,” Immy said. “You opened for Wyatt Brand, right?”
“I did. That was six months ago. Were you at that concert?” Amaya asked.
“I was. Wyatt gave me some VIP tickets. He’s such a sweetie. Abe took me.”
“I don’t remember this,” Jenner said with a frown.
“You had something to go to. I don’t remember what. That was such a good night.”
“Did you really just call Wyatt Brand a sweetie?” Amaya asked, looking shocked.
“Yes. Why?”
“He’s just . . . he’s grouchy and sharp and demanding.”
“Oh. He’s always been kind to me. Are you doing any more concerts with him? Or with Jenner?”
“Uh, we just met, Immy,” Jenner reminded her gently.
“Right, but Amaya has the most amazing voice.”
“Thanks,” Amaya whispered. “But I’m not in Jenner Knight’s league.”
“Jenner,” Lauren said loudly. Too loudly. Several people turned to stare at them and Lauren glared at Immy for some reason.
Honestly. Immy was starting to worry about her.
“Yes?” Jenner asked.
“Could you please show Amaya around? Introduce her to people?” Lauren asked in a quieter voice.
“I don’t think we can do that tonight. We have to get home to a friend.”
“Surely Immy and Sampson can go. And you can stay. Alone.”