The three girls were curled up on Hadlee’s bed with the two cats laughing at Shamia’s telling of how Neville got Paul out of the house.
“He really shoved him out the bathroom window?”
“The second-floor window.” Shamia snorted. “I distracted Dad by having him look at my car before I headed over.”
“Was he hurt?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t stop to check on him.”
The three girls looked up as Eric stepped into the room, pausing at the sight in front of him. A smirk crossed his face, “three women in my bed. This is a first.”
“It’s my bed, Eric,” Hadlee was struggling not to throw things at him. How could he have sent those messages to Peyton? “If I want to throw a party in it, I will.”
Her tone made his eyebrows raise, “you okay, babe?”
“Don’t call me babe, Eric.”
He exhaled slowly and ru
