Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(24)

Millie’s mouth drops open as she laughs, and Sami smiles. I know what she’s doing…trying to pull me into the bright side. But I’m not going, half shrugging and digging in my heels as she continues.

“Remember that? You took out a whole page dedicated to Queef in the back of my senior yearbook with the title ‘Never forget how far you’ve come.’”

I chuckle. I can’t help it—that was my best troll work to date. But I don’t want to laugh. I want to be angry. Very angry. Living in the feeling until I morph into my villain era. An airy breath drags from my lungs just as my eyes tick back to Crew.

“What are you looking at?”

I whisper my answers back to my sister, half under my breath.

“Him. He’s mad.”

I flip the camera, letting them see him pacing as he runs his hand through his hair, half facing us as he talks on the phone. His head falls back for a brief second as he lets out an irritated groan before he grips the back of his neck. If I didn’t currently dislike him so much, I would think it was sexy.

I bring the screen back to me, rolling my eyes. “He has some fucking nerve acting like he’s a victim. This could’ve all been avoided if he wasn’t a dick to the owner and did a whole underhanded trade thing…I don’t know. All I do know is that if I ever hear a man make fun of a woman for loving Harry Styles or anything, for that matter…I am going to out them for the fangirls they are. My life is being ruined because this judge is the equivalent of a Swiftie. The Raiders are basically his Taylor, and I’m paying the price for Crew’s betrayal.”

“Yeah, that judge is a real antihero…” Mills throws out, making my sister smile before she answers in the exact way I knew one of them would the moment I made a fucking Taylor Swift comparison.

Here we go. They’re always like this together. I’m already shaking my head, but there’s no hope that they’ll listen.

“You’d think he’d be more understanding of their love story.”

Millie laughs harder as she piggybacks off my sister.

“Right, but he was basically ‘You’re on your own, kid.’”

Samantha’s almost wheezing as she answers.

“Exactly, it’s not like she was the mastermind either.”

Millie’s picture is shaking, probably because she’s smacking the bed she’s lying in as she laughs harder.

“He knew all too well she wasn’t. But ruining Crew’s reputation was better than revenge.”

Samantha can’t even speak—neither of them can as they say three words, then stop in a fit of laughter before a few more words come out.

“I bet our girl… I bet our girl was wishing…wishing she was… in a lavender haze.” They’re laughing so hard you can’t hear them making any sound anymore.

I hate them. I roll my eyes, trying not to smile. Trying really hard. Whatever. I drop my phone down by my side, letting out a harsh breath and shaking my head before I lift it and hiss at them.

“Assholes.”

They scream. It takes everything in me not to join in the laughter because they’re too much. But I’m staying mad. I don’t care how hard they try to pull me out.

“I’m dying a slow death, and you’re doing Tay Tay puns. Really? You guys are the worst.”

They still don’t care, more laughter spilling out. Dammit. It’s happening…I’m buying in. I swear to god. It’s impossible to be angry when I’m surrounded by clowns.

“Fine, consider this my Dear John letter. Where my love for you once existed, there’s now only a blank space.”

Clapping. They’re fucking clapping.

My sister raises her eyebrows, doing a little shimmy as she veers in a totally different direction.

“Can we also acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

“Yeah,” Millie cuts in. “When am I getting picked up because I’m not staying at the house of horrors without you.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I know where I live.”

My sister shakes her head.

“No, I meant that the guy is fucking hot.”

I scowl, kind of nodding but still rolling my eyes as Millie chuckles.

“Yeah, he totally is. And his personality is Eleanor’s kryptonite. Super cocky, flirts by giving her shit, and can’t keep his hands off her. At least last night, he couldn’t.”

I huff a tiny growl.

“Would you two read the room? Look where that got me. I’m living the dream, hitched to a guy who regrets me about as much as I regret him right now. My life is ruined. Focus.”

My sister and Millie laugh. Again. I might as well be a damn HBO comedy special with how much these two are belly-laughing it up. I’ll be here all night, folks, and twice on Sunday.

“Okay. Settle down,” my sister teases. “Inconvenienced, yes. Ruined? Take it down, Meryl. You can’t exist in hyperbole when you probably can’t even spell it.”

“Y-o-u-a-r-e-a-t-w-a-t. Am I close?”

“Shut up. You’ve basically been ordered to an extended vacay…with a hottie who’s paying. So, while I want to be sad for you…”

Is my sister right? A little. While the situation is very much fucked, I’m aware it’s not apocalyptic. But I am not at all ready to bright side or listen to reason.