Page 55 of Frenemies

“Whatever,” I sighed. “Bailey and I are going to be gone for a bit.”

“Are you going to Sam’s Art Supplies?”

“No.” My eyes narrowed in on her, “Why?”

“No reason.” Ava straightened up and shifted her gaze around.

What the hell did Ava do to Sam’s Art Supplies?

I pinched the bridge of my nose and grumbled before walking away to leave Ava to do whatever the fuck she was doing, “I don’t have time for this.”

“Watch out for dragons,” she called out after me.

“Will do,” I responded with a wave over my shoulder.

* * *

Bailey’s voiceechoed through my ears, clenching my jaw tighter. Why was she singing so loud, and who the hell sang to the Macarena anyways? Even worse, she was doing the damn movement with her hands.

When her arm raised and her elbow almost hit me in the face, I seriously thought about opening the door and kicking her out on the highway.

“Hey, Macarena.”

Oh my god, now she was shimmying in her seat. The only reason I put this damn song on was because I couldn’t listen to her sing ACDC for another second. When Bailey belted out another lyric, I clicked the radio off.

“Let’s just enjoy the breeze.”Because if I have to listen to you sing for another second, I’m going to stab you with my brand-new Gucci heel.

Bailey smiled and leaned back in her seat. “I’ve never been in a convertible.”

Shocking.

“I feel so free,” she yelled and raised her arms over her head.

Why did I bring her again? What was I smoking when I thought a four-hour road trip with the queen of pigtails would be a good idea? Chase was so going to owe me for this.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when Bailey stretched back. Finally, some peace and quiet. Now I could focus on the task at hand. Or at least I thought I could until Bailey slipped her sandals off and rested her bare feet on my dash.

I snapped. “What are you doing?”

Bailey looked at me confused, to which I nodded at her foot.

“It’s hot,” she shrugged.

Of course, it was hot. We were in Florida.

“So, you decided to put your sweaty feet on my Italian leather?”

She didn’t say anything, but she did move her foot, hanging it out the side of the car instead. At least it was off my dash.

“You know, Naomi. I used to think that you were just a bitch.”

The distinct crinkle of a bag drew my attention back to my passenger.

“But you’re actually kind of sweet.”

Was she eating Cheetos? Fucking Cheetos? In my car?

“You’re not like sweet in a normal way.” Bailey grabbed a handful of puffs and shoved them in her mouth. “But it’s there.”

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