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There was something about watching your sisters snuggled up with their boyfriends that made me feel both happy and nauseous at the same time. I loved my sisters. I really did. They were my best friends and had always been there for me, but now that both of them were a part of a couple, I felt like the odd one out. It sucked being single when your closest friends were in serious relationships. It wasn’t that I wanted a boyfriend or anything. I mean, I didn’t not want a boyfriend, but I didn’t need one.

“Chelsea, will you pass the popcorn over?” Harriet asked me, lifting her head off of Finn’s shoulder. Finn, her boyfriend, was gorgeous and rich and doted on her as if she was a priceless piece of art. Which she wasn’t, I could assure you.

“Or you could get up and take it from me.” I sat back on the armchair and glared at her, snuggled up on the couch. “I’m not your maid.”

“If you were, I would fire you.” She rolled her eyes at me as she untangled herself from his arms. “You’d make a crappy maid.”

“I don’t think I would be any worse than you were as a housekeeper,” I said, and everyone in the room burst out laughing. Harriet had been Finn’s housekeeper for a hot minute before they started dating, and she’d been awful. It was a running joke in our family that Harriet didn’t know how to boil an egg or how to operate a vacuum.

“Ouch.” She grabbed the bowl of popcorn from me. “That one hurt.” She clutched her heart. “So badly.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Not.”

I was about to retort something back to her about her bad acting when my phone beeped. I grabbed it eagerly, looking for any excuse to leave the room. I did love spending time with my sisters, but when I was the fifth wheel, it sucked. I saw my best friend’s name on the screen and jumped up. “Lily is calling. I’ll be right back.” I paused and looked at the zombie army on the huge TV screen and added, “No need to pause the movie for me.” I hurried out of the room and answered the phone. “Thank you for calling so I could escape from the love fest.”

“What’s going on?” Lily giggled. “Are you at a music concert and didn’t invite me?”

“No, goof. I’m at Finn’s house watching a movie with Harriet, Polly, Finn, and Max, and if I have to witness any more cuddling and kissing, I’m going to puke. Just get a room, pervs.”

“Oh.” Lily laughed. “That does sound annoying.” I could hear the sounds of people in her background, and I wondered where she was and what she was doing.

“What you up to?” I asked her, ready to ditch my sisters and go and have some fun.

“I’m at Charlotte’s Coffee Shop with Natasha.” Lily paused. “I just put you on speaker. Say hi to Natasha.”

“Hi, Natasha,” I said perfunctorily. Natasha was a law student who worked as a summer intern at Max’s law firm, and we’d met her a month ago when Polly had gotten into the same summer program. However, Max had seen that her true love and dream was to be a writer, so he’d given her a job at his publishing house instead. Polly and Max had fallen in love, and Max was even more doting to her than Finn was to Harriet—and that was saying a lot. “What are you guys up to?”

“We’re getting lattes,” Natasha said and then lowered her voice. “Molly and Delilah were asking about Harriet and Polly,” she whispered. “And Molly sounds super jealous.”

“Oh, Molly’s back?” I asked, surprised. The last I’d heard from Polly was that Molly had flown to San Francisco to star in some movie with some unknown director.

“Yes,” Lily whispered now. “Turns out Quentin Tarantula, the director that wanted her to star in his films, was a porno director.”

“No way.” I giggled. “Wait until I tell Harriet and Polly. So her movie career ended before it started.”

“Well, no.” Lily’s voice was even lower now. “She made a movie.”

“Oh, hell no!” I shrieked. “Molly is a porn star?” My heart thudded. Molly wasn’t my favorite person as she was extremely full of herself and thought the world revolved around her acting, but she was still a somewhat star. “Please tell me she’s not going to be showing up on—”

“No, she’s not a porn star.” Lily giggled. “She plays the sister whose boyfriend is sleeping with her stepmom, but she doesn’t know.”

“What?” I bit down on my lower lip to stop from laughing. “What do you mean?”

“In the movie, she’s sitting on a couch, fully dressed, while her boyfriend and stepmom are having sex in the corner of the room.” Lily giggled. “Molly said she didn’t even realize that anyone was banging until the director yelled cut.” She sounded exasperated. “Apparently, she thought she was being filmed contemplating life while watching a movie. She said was thinking so hard about contemplating life that she spaced out all the sounds around her.”

“Oh my gosh, sounds like Molly, though.” I giggled. “Is she totally upset?”

“No,” Natasha added. “She said she’s not naked, so she doesn’t care. I couldn’t believe it.”

“Oh man.” I laughed. “So what are you guys going to do after the coffees?”

“We’re going to a work barbecue at Travis’s house,” Natasha said. “You’re welcome to come if you want to.”

“Travis Chandler, your gorgeous boss?” I grinned as I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. Travis Chandler was Max’s partner at the law firm, and he was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. He had dark blond hair and blue eyes and the most adorable sexy Southern accent I’d ever heard in my life. Travis wasYellowstonecowboy meetsLaw & Orderdetective, and I’d daydreamed about me and him hooking up in his office or in the back of the Maserati that he drove. Not that that was going to happen anytime soon, though, as Polly had banned me from making a move on her boyfriend’s best friend. She thought that me hooking up with Travis would complicate his and Max’s friendship, and she didn’t want to get in the middle. Supposedly, Travis, while being an amazing lawyer, was also the king of all players and had left a string of broken hearts along the East Coast, from Vermont to Georgia. I didn’t mind being the broken heart in Florida, but Polly wasn’t having it.

“Do you know of another Travis?” Natasha asked. “We can pick you up on the way if you want, or I guess you can catch a ride with Max and Polly.”

“Polly didn’t even mention it to me.” I frowned. I knew why Polly hadn’t mentioned it. She didn’t want me flirting with Travis, but that made me want to flirt with him even more. “Can you pick me up? Also, I need to change.” I looked down at my dusty baggy sweatpants and baggy T-shirt. This was not the look to flirt with Travis. There was no way he was going to be interested in kissing me all over in this getup. “Can we hit up the mall before we go to the party? I just want to get a new outfit.”

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