“Who?” Elliot’s eyes flick between us.
“Remember ages ago Jay got a motherfucking huge hickey?”
Their faces fall. “No.”
Elliot pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please . . . don’t tell me.” He laughs out loud. “What did you call it? Stopover shame.”
“I had to wear a f*****g turtleneck for two weeks.” I sigh in disgust.
“Remember the black-tie dinner for Mom’s charity?” Tristan throws his head back and laughs. “And you had the hugest hickey anyone had ever seen.” He chuckles at the memory. “And you had to hide from Mom all night and wear cover-up on your neck. That was f*****g hilarious, man.”
“Mortifying.” I shiver as I think back. “Anyway, back to the story.” I glare at Tristan for bringing it up. “Emily—that’s her name—unbeknownst to me got a job here. She started three weeks ago, a
