*Isabella's POV*
"What? Why—Jacob…" I started, but he cut me off with a sharp shake of his head. "Shh," he said, dismissing me like I was just background noise. "I'm Face Timing her." Before I could protest, he was already dialing Joey's number. My pulse hammered in my ears as the line rang once, twice—then she answered. "Hey, Joey," he greeted her, voice calm, like he hadn't just cornered me with suspicion and half-truths.
"Hey, Jacob," she replied. I could see her clearly from where I stood, just off to the side so she couldn't see me. "Why are you calling me? Aren't you at the gala?" "Yes, I am." He leaned back against the wall, casual as ever. Then his eyes flicked to mine, sharp and teasing. "Tell me, Joey—last time we slept together, did you forget your panties under my desk?" I ga
