Quinn tosses the towels at me as I get out of the pool. I hold one up to shield MB. She quickly grabs it, averting her eyes like we are in trouble. I grab the other and towel-off real quick while Quinn looks anywhere but at us.

Finally, he clears his throat and rocks back on his heels. “So, pizza?”

“Yes!” MB screams at the same time I go. “Sure.”

“Good, because I already ordered it.” Quinn smiles. “Let’s go to the theater room and forget that I found you both gyrating across one another and eat.” He frowns. “Sounded better in my head.”

“Did it though? You sure?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and pulls his long hair back with one hand. “Let’s go. It should already be here by now.”

MB is shivering next to me even though she has the towel wrapped tightly around her body. She awkwardly reaches for part of her uniform that’s still floating in the pool.

“Go.” I don’t mean to bark. I try to soften my voice a bit. “I mean, I’ll grab everything, you’re naked… don’t worry about it, I’ll get your uniform dry cleaned, you can wear the other tomorrow.”

She nods, uncertainty in her eyes, it kills me. She turns and walks toward Quinn, the jackass who notices she’s cold, and wraps his arm around her, pulling her in close.

The fact that he even has the balls to touch her, knowing that I was the last to taste her, is so damn aggravating. I’m back to wondering if I could drown him in the pool.

I grab the soggy clothes out of the pool, wring them out and lay them on one of the chairs, then text one of the maids that comes in twice a week. Hell, most of the time, I saw her more than my own mom after school.

I let her know we need some things dry-cleaned then I beg her to bring us Starbucks in the morning. She’s an elderly retired lady who started working for us because she was bored after leaving my father’s company and has no grandchildren, so I’d like to think she at least gained one even though she often tells me I’m a pain in the ass.

Miss Mable: Ohhhh, and a Starbucks order, Sir? Is that what I call you now?

I smirk down at my phone. It became her nickname after she started binging that show and falling asleep, even though her name is Eva.

Me: It does have a certain ring to it.

Miss Mable: Cut the shit… and I’ll get your damn Starbucks. Just remember to put your clothes IN the hamper, not the floor, not the sink, and not hanging from a tree for your own amusement.

Me: That was hilarious, and you know it.

Miss Mable: Yes, still laughing. Your mom home yet?

I swallow the lump in my throat.

Me: No, but she’s been in contact.

I know she can read through my lies. She reads through most of anything.