Chloe looks away from the mirror and cocks her head. “You want to go?”

“You don’t?” I shoot her a look that I hope she can read as ‘I’m not buying your outrage over Trey being here.’

“Well, it’s just…”

“You want to stay and toy with Trey. So, what was all of this?” I joke as I refer to her previous hysteria over him showing up.

“NO. I am mad! But he’s here, and I look like this,” she says, pointing down at herself. “And… he has great head game.”

“Chlo!” I shriek in annoyance.

She slaps a hand across her forehead. “I knew that last shot was a mistake.”

“Don’t go back down that road with him again. He doesn’t want more and you do!”

“No no! I’m totally over it,” she says, trying her best to convince me but I’m not buying it. She was in love with Trey once upon a time, and while I believe he was in love with her too, he was never able to admit it and that was the problem. “It can just be sex.”

“Until he puts his mouth between your legs and then you’re back to trying to come up with your future children’s names! Chloe, if it’s just about sex, it cannot be with Trey!”

“But he knows what I like, Whitney! And I haven’t had sex in months!”

“Because Trey Price fucked you up!” I whisper shout and she stomps her foot again in response.

“FINE!” she screams and I put a hand over her mouth, wishing like hell I hadn’t done that because she just applied lipstick.

I roll my eyes and pull my hand away and am shocked when I don’t see much. “That’s a great matte, what brand is that?” I say, looking at her mouth and then back at my hand. “Wow, that barely moved.”

“I’m trying out Mac lip stains again. Still dry as hell, but it’s the best,” Chloe says, looking back in the mirror. “So yeah, we should just go. If I go home with someone tonight, and he fucking sucks in bed, I’m going to kill you.” She points at me.

We open the door and while a part of me isn’t surprised at who’s standing on the other side, I wish just once the universe could be on my side tonight.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter under my breath when I see Trey standing on the other side. He’s leaned against the wall, his hands tucked into his jeans with a guilty smile on his face. Like he knows the reason he’s here is to make my life fucking hard.

“The bathroom downstairs had a line and Kev told me just to find one up here,” Trey answers my unanswered question that I’m sure is written all over my face.

“I’m sure he did.” I roll my eyes because even if he hadn’t, the Prices were family, and had free rein of the rooms in my house. I can even remember Trey blacking out one night and passing out in my parents’ bed.