I swallowed hard, hating that I couldn’t tell her the truth…the reasons why I was following it. “Tessa told me about it the last time I bribed her with a brownie session. It’s not like I’ve ever written in or commented or anything.”

I swiped to the left, my screen instantly filling with the person who Snapped about the blog—Sabrina—and saw her commentary and all the comments below hers. “Whoa,” I said, pausing in my quest to leave the group. “Tessa?” I squinted, recognizing her Snap handle.

“What?” Amber sat up straighter in her chair. “What’s she saying?”

I furrowed my brow, speed-reading. “Sabrina said something about the latest blog?” I glanced at her in question before continuing to read. “Said that the creator was a hack and that she’d been interested in it at first, but after hearing all the parents’ concerns, she thinks the person could be some creeper?”

“Bitch.”

I raised my brows at her response.

“What’s Tessa saying?” she asked again, much softer.

I read and reread all of Tessa’s comments. “She’s defending the blog. Said it’s helped her in more ways than one. Made her feel like she had a safe place to go to talk about stuff she couldn’t with other people. That Sabrina is…” Fuck me. “An attention whore.”

Amber chuckled but quickly stopped when she saw my face. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“The last thing Tessa needs is to be on Sabrina’s radar.” She was already on Tanner’s shit list and she didn’t even know it. I was doing everything I could to keep it that way, too. I rubbed my palms over my face. What was going on with her lately? Ghosting Sean’s and my texts was one thing—I already knew that was because of the prank—but she’d barely even been around the house lately. And now she was defending the sex blog I was tasked with unmasking?

Fuck. My. Life.

“Sabrina probably doesn’t take the time to read through all the comments,” Amber said, scooting back from her chair to stand. “It would take someone hours every day to go through that amount. She doesn’t have the patience or the care to.”

“I hope you’re right,” I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Do you like the blog?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice cracking a bit. Was she embarrassed about checking it out? “It’s…” She shrugged. “I don’t know.” She hooked her thumb toward the counter. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift.” She backed away as if I’d suddenly admitted I wanted to become a famous hacker who pulled stunts for the limelight.

“Okay,” I said, following to plant her with a goodbye kiss. She kissed me back, but I could feel the tension in her body, so I cut it super short. “Thanks for your help.”