Someone knocks on the door. “Is she in there?” I hear Poppy, my oldest sister.
Lo takes the time to reach above my head, grab the remote, and switch off the television.
“Don’t knock,” Rose says. “Just walk in.” And that’s when Rose barrels into our room as she normally does. She barely even acknowledges the fact that Lo is pinning me on the bed.
My cheeks start turning red. Even though we weren’t even close to making out…I think. Who knows where this would’ve ended up after ten more minutes?
Poppy strolls in next but freezes a couple steps inside. “Oh sorry.” She shields her eyes with her hand. To Rose, she says, “I told you we should have knocked again.”
“Why? They’re not screwing. They can’t. It’s the middle of the day. Right, Loren?” Rose asks. Lo slowly crawls off my body and lies next to me, propping himself on his elbows.
“Sure,” he says with a sardonic smile. “You can drop your hand, Poppy. My dick isn’t anywhere near your sister.”
“Okay, but I still feel bad about barging into your room,” Poppy says softly, lowering her hand. She gives me a warm smile. I haven’t seen her much since the media crisis with the scandal. I can only imagine it’s affecting her about as well as everyone else. Her brown hair is still long against her chest, her skin still sun-kissed and she still has that Monroe mole above her lip （not that she can really get rid of that）。
At least these parts of her haven’t changed. I can’t imagine what else I’ve missed.
“Have you told her yet?” Rose asks Lo.
I perk up. “Told me what?” And since when do Lo and Rose conspire against me?
“We’ve been talking,” Lo admits.
“What?” I frown and scrunch my nose. “What have you done with Loren Hale?” Although they do sort through the mail some mornings together.
“It hasn’t been fun,” Rose adds.
“For either of us,” Lo chimes in.
Okaaay. “Someone better spill soon.”
Rose stands in the center of the room, hands on her hips. Anyone can tell the difference between my older sisters by their wardrobe alone. Rose wears a black pleated dress while Poppy’s in a bohemian maroon shirt and skinny jeans.
Poppy is probably easier to get along with, pretty laid-back, but I always gravitate towards my fiercest sister. She’d be a lioness on Animal Planet, for sure.
Lo slides off the bed and shuts the cracked door.
I scoot closer to Poppy, who stands by the mattress, and she actually starts braiding my hair.
“You need out of this house,” Rose says.
I can’t refute. I know I’ve been a hermit. Lucky’s Diner was really my last real outing. It just got so crazy after that—and the magazines went wild with theories about Ryke and me and Lo.
As though I summoned the angel to Lo’s devil—Ryke Meadows opens the door and enters the room, dressed in only track pants and what looks like a sweaty shirt thrown over his shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, forcing my eyes to stay on his face and not his six-pack.
“I was invited to this meeting.”
Meeting?
“I sent a mass text,” Lo admits.
“Connor is in class,” Rose tells me. “He can’t come.” And Daisy is in prep school. Okay…so that means: This is it.
“Does no one knock around here?” Poppy asks.
Ryke shrugs. “They shouldn’t be fucking. It’s the afternoon.”
Rose pulls back her shoulders. “That’s what I said.”
Poppy stares between Lo and me with a little more concern and then she addresses Rose and Ryke. “You both realize that they have no privacy outside and inside their relationship, right?”
“You tell ‘em, Poppy,” Lo says, leaning against our dresser with crossed arms. He’s smiling in amusement. Our other two siblings look like they could tear out his jugular.
“He’s an addict,” Rose says. “I don’t trust him with our sister.”
“And she’s an addict,” Ryke retorts. “I don’t trust her with my brother.”
Poppy raises her hands, coming in peace. I stay quiet. This is my role in my loud family. “It just seems, to me, that you both have trust issues…and maybe you need to have a little more faith in them.”
“Just so everyone knows, I have a new favorite Calloway sister,” Lo proclaims. He almost looks like he could high-five her.