“What’s on your neck?!”
I stiffened, watching Diana poke at Phil who slapped his hand over the bite mark, eyes slicing toward before moving back to land on her. “It’s . . . nothing.”
“What is it?” Mac wondered, always in everybody’s business.
“A hickey?” Trey asked.
Diana tugged at his hand and I glared, wanting to slap her. Stop touching him. Obviously he’s avoiding the subject for a reason. “That’s definitely a bite mark.”
“Like a dog bite?” Diego chimed in.
“A dog, Diego? Really?” Tim said, looking at his buddy like he was stupid. Diego just shrugged.
“Is it from the same ‘mosquito’?” Diana teased, smiling at Phil conspiratorially.
Phil glared down at his food, cheeks taking on a red hint. Embarrassed. “It’s nothing.”
“You got a girlf
