Page 29 of Carnal Games

My eyes widen when I see it’s the redhead and the brunette. The latter is tiptoeing out from behind the bar while Nova’s fiancée glares at her friend from over the bar.

“It’s right there.” She points at something. “Just grab it!”

“No! Stop coming up with plans that’ll make you end up in jail.”

“Uhh… I’m trying to keep myself out of it.”

The friend rolls her eyes, now standing beside the redhead, neither of them noticing I’m watching and listening to every word. Although, I’m confused about what they’re trying to do.

“How is slashing Nova’s tires keeping you out of jail?”

My drink sloshes over my hand as I startle in shock.

“Because if I have to spend another second stuck inside it with him on the ride back, I will drive us off the road.”

“Count to five while gazing out the window until the urge passes.”

“Or you could help me steal that knife,” she sweetly cajoles.

“No.”

“Bee!”

“Quit it, Ro.”

The redhead drops her head, and mumbles, “This is why people should carry pocketknives.”

I snort. Rather loudly.

Their heads swing my way.

I clutch my drink. “Sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

I prepare myself for an earful from them, wishing I had just gone to wait for Nathan in the guest room. Instead, the shorter girl closes the gap and smiles at me.

“Hii, I’m Bianca.” Pointing her thumb at her best friend, she introduces, “This is Rosalie. We’re not crazy, or thieves, I promise.”

“It’s none of my business.”

“Who are you?” demands Rosalie, sizing me up. “I haven’t seen you around.”

“Be nice, Ro.”

“It’s a simple question.”

“I’m Iris,” I answer. “I’m with Nathan.”

“He doesn’t have female friends.”

“I’m his girlfriend.”

Their jaws drop simultaneously.

“Did you say his girlfriend?” comes from Bianca. “But he’s… he’s…”

“A manwhore,” finishes Rosalie. “Just like his best friend.”

It’s my turn to gape. “You mean your fiancé?”

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