“Deep breaths,” Willow told him. “Your sister fucks. It’s a natural part of life.”

More laughter. Willow felt the shift—despite how this had started, Logan was going to lose this face-off. He seemed to feel it too because he held up his phone. “You wanna know what happened with the DJ?”

Willow forced himself to keep smiling. “Go on then.”

“There.” Logan shoved his phone in his face.

Willow squinted. It was an Instagram photo of Eden. She was sitting in a fancy restaurant in a pink dress, looking like a million dollars. He was so relieved, he laughed out loud. “This is all you’ve got?”

Danny Fogle stood, looking at the screen over his shoulder. He whistled. “How d’you pull girls like that, you big ginger fuck?”

“Luck,” Willow said truthfully. He looked at Logan. “This is your big get? My girlfriend at a restaurant?”

He hoped she’d ordered dinner. Eaten some greens.

Logan’s smirk didn’t budge. “You know who took the picture?”

“A photographer?”

“Try again.” Logan swiped right and Eden was arm-in-arm with Francis Buchanan. The bottom of his stomach fell out. “What? When did…”

It was the moment the bus had been waiting for. Everyone burst out laughing.

“The caption’s ‘I love spending time with this beautiful girl,’” Logan shouted over the noise.

Willow grabbed his phone and checked the date. It had been posted at midday. Eden hadn’t told him about this. She said she’d been in bed all afternoon.

“Fuck me dead.” He tossed Logan’s phone into the aisle where it bounced off the carpet.

“Cunt!” Logan howled.

Willow ignored him. Had she been on a date with Francis or was it a business thing? A business thing made more sense, but—

“Hey, Willow.” Michael Tully had picked up the phone and was laughing at the picture. “How’s it feel to get cucked by a guy who threads his eyebrows?”

Willow flipped him off. “He’s her mate. They’re gonna go on tour together.”

“So getting dicked down is called ‘going on tour’ now,” Logan shouted. “The guy posted a story too. It says ‘Bunny Descent is the most talented female DJ in the world!’”

The rest of the team jeered. Willow gritted his teeth. He really shouldn’t have put that twerk compilation in the team group chat.

“It was posted a few hours ago,” Logan yelled. “Think he’s inside her yet, Will?”

He stood up. “Don’t go crossing a line.”

“Oooohhhh,” chanted the rest of the bus.

Logan shrank back, but Willow knew he wasn’t done yet. Sure enough— “Do you share her? Do you guys spit roast on the weekend?”

He stood and all the laughter stopped. He stepped into the aisle and began walking toward Logan, blood pounding in his ears. “Repeat that, Cloak. Say it again.”

“Yeah, too far,” Danny called from behind him. “But sit down, Will, you don’t wanna upset—”