ISABELLA
Sophia unpacked her duffel bag like she owned the place, humming as she tossed her sweater onto the couch and kicked off her shoes. I watched her with a mix of affection and dread. She had no idea what she’d walked in on. Or maybe she did, judging by the way she kept glancing at me with a grin that made my stomach twist.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “Girl talk. Bedroom. Now.”
I groaned. “Soph—”
“Nope. You owe me. I saved you from… whatever that was.”
Heat shot up my neck. “Nothing was happening.”
She snorted. “Bella, you were sitting on his lap like you were auditioning for a romance novel cover.”
I slapped her arm. “Shut up.”
She giggled and dragged me into the guest room she’d claimed. The moment the door closed, she flopped onto the bed and patted the space b
