Hailey
I follow the group toward the terrace, my smile tight, my steps steady, even though my insides are twisting. Elise's fingers on Josh's arm didn't go unnoticed, not by me, not by Rebecca, and certainly not by Marcus, who looks like he's savoring every second of this mess.
He did this on purpose, didn't he? He sent Elise after Josh.
Josh leans toward me as we walk, his voice low. "Is it just me, or is this whole night starting to feel like a setup?"
"It's not just you," I murmur, keeping my voice light.
"Good. Thought maybe I was being paranoid."
"You are a little," I say with a faint smile, "but that doesn't mean you're wrong."
He chuckles under his breath, and I feel his hand brush against mine. Elise turns to glance over her shoulder. So I arch an eyebrow at her and slide my hand into Josh's.
Let her see.
Let Marcus see.
Rebecca gives my hand a gentle squeeze as she passes by, her lips quirking with silent encouragement.
