Chapter Eighteen“All right, baby sis, spill. What was up with your reaction back there?” Marisa took a sip of her shake and looked at Mia expectantly as they strolled along the water, the ocean surf pounding against the sand only a few feet away.
Mia kicked a small shell out of the way, getting sand into her flip-flop in the process. “I just learned he had a thing with Ellet in the past,” she told Marisa glumly. “And now he wants to be alone with her in the house. How am I supposed to react to that?”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
Marisa was silent for a few seconds, apparently mulling that over. “I don’t think he has anything going on with her anymore...” she said thoughtfully. “In fact, I’m pretty sure of it. He has eyes only for you—it’s almost scary, actually, how intensely he watches you all the
