Fine, there’s no tongue or ass grabbing, but we can get to that later, in private.
When he finally puts me down, I can tell he’s holding back from the good stuff too.
I turn to Griff, who’s looking a little pale.
“Hey Griff, you okay?” I take a tentative step closer.
“Oh yeah, just not feeling too great. Don’t want you to catch anything.”
“That sucks. We can stop at the drug store for some meds on the way home if you want.”
“You didn’t seem sick on the flight,” Felicity says, placing a hand on his back. “Did it just hit?” She reaches another hand to his forehead.
My eyes swing from Griffin, who really does not look himself, to Felicity, to Beck.
“Come on man, let’s grab our luggage and then we’ll get you home,” Beck suggests.
“I have my car,” Felicity says. “I can drive him.” She turns her attention to us. “I don’t know exactly what the history is here with you all, but maybe seeing you two together like this isn’t good for him,” she snaps.
“Uh,” is all I manage to get out.
“What are you talking about, Fliss?” Beck asks in a tone I’ve never heard from him. It’s kind of harsh.
“Well, Jordan, you can’t expect it to all go so smoothly when you play two best friends.”
As Felicity’s face starts to turn red, I try to shake myself out of shock and keep up with what’s happening here.
Griff takes a step away from her. “Whoa. She didn’t play us. I’m not with Jordan. I was never with Jordan.”
Felicity crosses her arms. “But did you want to be?”
My jaw drops. How does she know about that first week of my freshman year? It seems so long ago, irrelevant now. If I stop to think about it, Griff’s initial interest in me helped bring me and Beck together, but it’s not something any of us dwell on.
Griff narrows his eyes, regaining some of his color. He doesn’t answer her question. “What’s your Instagram account?”
Oh! As Felicity huffs, it finally hits me what’s going on here. Kind of. She’s the one who threatened me to stay away from Griff. Or we think she is? Beck places a steadying hand on my lower back as Fliss rolls back her shoulders.
“Not sure what that has to do with anything here but it’s my name, Felicity underscore and then my birthday. Do you want me to text it to you?” She starts to pull out her phone and ask for Griff’s number.
Beck interrupts her. “So you don’t know anything about the ‘future Mrs. Griffin Perry’ account then? Razzleydazzles?”
Felicity’s hand pauses for a split second over her screen before her eyes snap up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says primly.
The silence that follows might seem awkward to a passerby, but it’s more threatening than anything else. I’m just an onlooker at the moment, but I soak it in as the guys shoot daggers at Felicity, who makes a valiant effort to appear composed.
Finally, she asks in a shaky voice, “Well, should we get our luggage?”
When we’re finally alone in Beck’s old Jeep, which I borrowed from his sister, Griff bangs his head back on the passenger seat headrest. “How is this my life? Is this what it’s come to?”
Beck looks back at me from the driver’s seat.
“Is it wrong that I’m struggling not to laugh?” I ask quietly, feeling a little guilty. I mean, poor Griff, the guy has a real live stalker who actually followed him to London and got on the same flight back. She lives nearby!
“You think I scared her off?” he asks.
“How? By asking about her Instagram account?”
“Yeah, she knows we’re onto her now.”
“Maybe temporarily,” Beck says as he backs out of the parking space. “You could just see the wheels in her head turning though, and it freaked me out. She’s got some notion Jordan got between us. I don’t want Jordan on that chick’s radar.”
“Me neither, but guys, what about me?” Griff, usually as cool as a cucumber, is nearly hysterical. “I’m going to have nightmares about her standing over me with a butcher knife!”
I do start cracking up then. Beck must have been on the verge too because he bursts out laughing.
“This is serious, you guys,” Griff attempts to rein us in. “I might have to get a bodyguard.”
This only makes us laugh harder. Beck manages to drive out of the parking garage and onto the interstate.
Griff eventually laughs too, but I know we’re all just a little