“No!” Hazel stomped her foot. “You can’t.”
“Hazel, honey,” Phoebe said with a sigh, “Nick is staying with us. It’s why you can’t stay at the house. Well, that and you broke into Grier’s apartment with her boyfriend to steal her shoes and then had s*x with him in her bed and then ruined her favorite Christmas duvet.”
“What the hell is going on?” Kash finally interrupted with a snarl. “Is he or is he not, Grier’s boyfriend?”
“He’s not!” Hazel squealed.
“It’s none of your f*****g business, Kash,” Grier snarled as Nick’s grip tightened at her waist as if holding her back from lunging at him. She fought a strange compulsion to punch him in the throat for his question after being cheated on again last week. The new event was bringing up old scars and it was pissing her off.
“It’s new,” Nick
