TENNA.
“You’re dripping everywhere,” Rowan said when Lyssa and I walked into the dining room still in our swimsuits with towels wrapped around us.
“Good observation.” Lyssa dropped into a chair without bothering to dry off first. “Got any more?”
“That you’re going to ruin the upholstery.”
“Then buy new chairs.” She grabbed a sandwich off the serving platter. “These are ugly anyway.”
I sat down across from her and reached for food.
The spread was massive as usual, which meant the staff had been busy.
Rowan must have told them to go all out while we were still in the pool.
“You took your time getting here,” Rowan said while watching us eat.
“We were relaxing,” I said. “You know, that thing you’re supposed to do at pools.”
“Before you threw me back in like unwanted catch,” Lyssa a
