Hailey
I level my gaze at Marcus, but I don't rise to the bait. That's what he wants.
Josh's fingers press lightly into my shoulder, grounding me, and I know he's trying just as hard not to react.
Elise chooses that moment to stretch, her hand brushing against Josh's knee like it's an accident. His jaw tightens. My blood simmers.
"Elise, I appreciate the offer. Really. But Milan's not in my plans right now," Josh says.
The entire hot tub goes still. Even the bubbles seem to pause.
Elise recovers first, offering a tight smile. "Well. That's disappointing."
"I'm sure someone else will be thrilled to take the spot," Josh says gently but firmly. "Someone who actually wants it."
Elise's smile doesn't falter, but her eyes flash with something sharper—challenge, maybe, or annoyance. She slides a little closer to Josh, the movement smooth, deliberate.
