“Come onnnnn, it was just a joke,” Harmony whined.
“Aren’t jokes supposed to be funny?” I asked, mimicking her faux-innocence. I couldn’t help it. I was taking back my yes, today moments she’d tried to steal, dammit.
“Come on,” she repeated, now turning her gaze on me.
Maeve said, “Also, we know about the bet.”
“What bet?”
“The bet with Lottie. How you would’ve gotten a month of free weed—a lot more than anyone needs in a month—if I’d gone out with you. So what? You creeped on me at work, stalked me to the Renn Faire, and hacked my phone for weed?” Maeve’s glare was epic.
And also hot.
Harmony shook her head. “No. Lottie’s such a liar.”
“She is not,” Maeve said. “And I’m gonna tell her you said that. And she’s gonna charge you more because of it.”
That hadn’t been part of the deal
