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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JAZZ

“So” Ainsley sparesto tell e your underwear before we took off?”

Shit My overnight bag was in Ainsley’s trunk My panties were uncoet a new pair before we drove for an hour and a half to the lake My dress is too short to risk going without anything One slight breeze, and I would’ve been flashing ht I was discreet, but apparently not

“Do I have to?”

“No but how about you tellfor so long? Or hen you came back, you both had major sex hair?”

I side-eye her “For the same reason I needed new underwear Do you really want details? He’s your brother Wouldn’t that gross you out?”

“I didn’t want a play-by-play, Jazz But your non-answer gives hs “Holy shit, I wish you could’ve seen the look on Peyton’s face when they na and he wasn’t there I swear to God, it looked like her head was going to literally explode as she stood up on that stage with her pretty croithout her king It was no secret he was off somewhere with you Hell, he practically clubbed you over the head in front of everyone”

I throw ainst the seat “Oh, God It was that obvious?”

“Totally obvious”

I groan “Crap This party is going to be a shit show, isn’t it?”

“Nah,” she assuresnosy assholes, we can hide in the house and nosh on your birthday cake until we put ourselves in a sugar coma”

Ooh, I forgot about the birthday cake I love cake

“Can we do that anyway?”

“Let’s see how it goes You can’t get the scenery or the lack of civilization in LA You’ll have fun; I promise”