“If you were hoping to hide your thing with Noah, you might want to stop making out on the side of the road,” Roxanne said quietly, her eyes sly.
Lily couldn’t keep her mouth from falling open. When Roxanne chuckled at the look on her face, Lily snapped her mouth shut and groaned, her face heating up. “Where did you hear that?” she hedged.
They were sitting on the couch at Phoebe’s house. By chance, they were the only two in the room. Phoebe and Shana were in the kitchen, and Chloe had stepped into the bathroom. Phoebe frequently hosted girls’ nights where they shared dinner, occasionally played cards, or watched whatever suited their fancy on television. Shana’s late husband happened to be Callen Peyton, the shifter who’d died in mountain lion form on a highway and left a trail of secre
