Caris lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Mackenna had messaged her to let her know Alessandro had torn Rio a strip for being a douchebag and, in turn, Rio had called Maris. Maris was succinct when she said she didn’t have time for some Italian lothario’s games, and he could go play them elsewhere before turning her phone completely off. Caris realized her sister had a strength she hadn’t possessed at her age.
She looked over as Malachi strolled into the bedroom wiping crumbs off his face.
“You’re still up? It’s nearly one.”
“I know. I can’t sleep.”
“Why not? Is Maris all right?”
Caris chuckled at the question, “she’s great. If Rio didn’t want her yesterday, he sure as hell does today. Did you know, she had no idea girls flirt with other guys to make them jealous? She actually sai
