She pushes off the door and faces Wendy. “How do you suspiciously know so much about him?”
Wendy immediately holds up both hands. “Whoa. No. No, I have not slept with Rio.”
For a second, the room goes completely silent and we exchange glances with each other because that is very obviously not what Charlotte was asking or even thinking.
“How did you get there?” I ask.
Wendy points between us. “Please. I know how girls think.”
“You clearly don't.”
“Anyway,” she says, waving me off. “I'm mated to Kaz. You’ll get to know him later. That’s how I know things.”
A reluctant smile tugs at Charlotte's mouth before disappearing again. Then she looks away and lets out a long sigh, dragging both hands through her hair.
A second later, she's clutching fistfuls of it and silently screaming.
Hon
