Page 112 of The Best Friend Power Play

"Why would we want to do that?"

"Because we live in Comfort Bay, and we've never once drop-eavesed."

"Uh, I think you mean eavesdropped."

"That's what I said. Everyone else does it, so why not us for a change?"

"Well…"

He's taking way too long to jump on the best idea ever train. "Well, what?"

"I have a better idea."

Better than my idea? "Okay. Let's hear it."

"Sooo, rather than doing something we don't like people doing to us, why don't we find a comfy spot somewhere, have a nice big glass of water, and try to guess what people are talking about instead?"

"That's…not bad."

Not as good as my idea, but hey.

And even though I may be tipsy, I don't like that Culver is spending so much time standing and putting weight on his foot. Sitting down somewhere and doing some improv is a smart move.

Ooh, improv. I wonder if I'm better at that than I am at sarcasm.

Guess we're about to find out.

Culver grabs two bottles of water, and we find a spot in the corner of the ballroom that gives us a good view of proceedings.

Culver kicks things off. "Over there. Bernadette and Mikey."

"Easy. Bernadette's probably saying, 'You know what we need in our lives, Mikey? We need another cat.'"

Culver chuckles. "I'm a little behind. What's their latest tally?"

"They're currently up to seven."

He lets out a low appreciative whistle. "That's a lot of felines. What about over there?"

I follow Culver's gaze to Fraser's brother, Clayton.

He's surrounded by people, as usual. The perks—or should that be pitfalls?—of being one of the biggest reality TV stars in the country and everyone's favorite bad-boy villain.

At the edge of the group is Harper, Evie's sister. She's normally super outgoing and gregarious, so it's a little weird to see her holding back and…stealing glances at Clayton when she thinks no one is looking.

"No way," I mutter, when it dawns on me.

"What?"

"Clayton and Harper."

"Where's Harper?"

I point her out.

"What are you saying?"

"She likes him."

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