I freeze and turn slowly as Emy groans, yanking the computer sideways. “Cut it out, you hussies,” she hisses.
I bite back a laugh and walk over to where Emy’s trying to angle the computer screen away. “Are you on a call?” I ask.
“Yes.” She looks me up and down, her face flushing. “And you’re not exactly dressed appropriately.”
“I forgot a change of clothes.”
Emy’s expression is priceless, but I swallow the laugh that builds. I still can’t tell where we stand, and I’m not about to make it worse.
Or worse than it already is.
“Don’t ever change,” a voice from the computer calls. “In fact, you should consider being naked all the time. I’m sure Em won’t mind, and I hear the nudist lifestyle is very freeing.”
“Hadley, shut your face,” Emy groans.
“Hadley?” My brows lift. “TheHadley?”
I reach for the computer and turn it around again so I can see the faces on the screen. Three women stare back at me, all of them with varying expressions of amusement. The one on the far left winks at me.
“The one and only,” she says. “And you must be Knox.”
“Is it that obvious? I wasn’t sure how many towel-clad men Emy has over.”
“None since quarantine,” says the brunette on the right, and even though I’m fairly certain she’s teasing, I can’t help but frown as I think of Reed.
“Relax, towel boy, you’re the only half-naked houseguest we’ve seen grace Emy’s apartment in way too long,” says the third girl.
“And by apartment, we mean–”
“Taylor, shut it,” Emy warns.
My lips twitch, and I relax. “Good to know. And you are?”
“Nina and Taylor,” Emy says, pointing to each one.
“Nice to meet you,” I tell them.
“Believe me, the pleasure is ours,” Nina says with a smirk.
“Unless the pleasure is Em’s…?” Hadley says, and I know without a doubt, she’s told these girls what happened between us.
I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
“Hadley, I will cut you if you don’t shut your face right now,” Emy warns.
“Whoa, violence is never the answer,” I tell her.
She shakes her head.
“Let me guess. You’re a lover, not a fighter?” Taylor chimes in.
I laugh.
Emy shoots her a death glare.
“Bingo, ladies. You’ve got me pegged.”
“Not yet,” Hadley mutters, and I swear steam comes out of Emy’s ears.