Jane chuckled. "Nice one," she said, though their expressions didn’t budge.
Dahlia, Flora said, raising an eyebrow, "Didn’t peg you as the type."
Hunter moved in front of her as Flora stepped closer. "Why don’t you worry about your own and enjoy the week?"
Dan walked up to Hunter. "We’re ordering food. Why don’t you join us and spill the story?"
"Nothing to spill," Lupin said, plopping onto the couch and tugging Dahlia down beside him, Hunter settling on the other side.
Jane’s eyes flicked to Dahlia, her gaze sharp with jealousy.
"Got something to say?" Dahlia asked, just as the doorbell rang. A courier stood there, arms piled with packages.
"Who’s this for?" Jane asked, eyebrows raised.
"Dahlia," Hunter said casually. You know, she hit up the thrift store, dripping with sarcasm.
