Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,103

clutched tightly in his fist. Her eyes then flick over to the glass I’m refilling like this is all so telling.

It is telling, but I hate her perceptiveness for a second.

“Oh my freaking God. You’re all in love with her. This isn’t just some disgusting sex thing… you want to date her. All three of you. Well, I’ll be damned.”

While I don’t think any of us would call this love, none of us argue with her because there’s no arguing that we’re all obsessed with her.

Without another word Avery starts to throw together food for us all. By the time she’s plating up, the shower is still going, so Lips has either drowned or she’s truly terrified of coming out and facing whatever happened out here, but honestly… nothing has happened. Nothing except Avery forcing us all to admit how fucked we are and how bad this situation is that we’ve found ourselves in.

Blaise refuses to eat so Avery gets him doing dishes, and then she hovers over Harley and I while we eat. I’d rather drink until I forget this night happened, but there’s also something about watching Harley squirm under Avery’s eye that’s too amusing to miss out on.

He manages one mouthful before he starts in on her again. “So we’re just going to forget this happened, right? We’re going back to minding our own fucking business.”

Avery huffs at him. “No, idiot. I’m going to sort this out like I sort out everything for you lot. We’re done talking about it for tonight.”

He opens his mouth to argue but snaps it shut again as the bathroom door opens, Lips stepping out hesitantly. Avery grins at her as she gestures to her to come and eat, but Lips stares back at her distrustfully.

“Why are you so happy? Did Annabelle choke on a dick or something?”

Don’t we all wish.

Avery cackles. “Better. So much better. We’ll talk tomorrow, just eat some dinner and rest your leg for now.”

“We could talk about it now,“ Harley grumbles into his plate, and Avery’s grin shifts into a glare as her eyes flick back down to him.

“Eat your damn pasta, Arbour.”

And that’s the end of that.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Harley

Avery is a meddling control freak, and she’s going to ruin everything.

The only reason I didn’t call her the hell out on throwing herself into this last night was the fear in Lips’ eyes when she’d looked over at us all fighting over her. She’s too fucking jumpy, and I seem to be the only one who gives a shit about her freaking the hell out and disappearing on us all.

Summer break is only a week away.

She could head back down to the Bay and meet some Mounty asshole who’s willing to fuck with the Jackal just to have her, and I cannot let that happen. Not just because it’s a risk for her but because I’d be charging down to the slums and killing whoever the fuck touched her.

I decide to meet with Lips before breakfast and just fucking man up, lay this shit out there, and see what she says.

The problem is that the moment I get back to my room from swim practice, Ash and Blaise are already awake, showered, and dressed to head down for food. I pause for a half second in the doorway with my bag still slung over my shoulder, and that’s long enough for Morrison to smirk at me like the asshole he is.

“You honestly thought you could just scurry over there this morning without us, huh? Idiot.”

I ignore him and stalk into the bathroom to change into my uniform because anything I say right now will start a war, and if we’re all going over to the girls’ room together then I can’t be fighting with him. It’ll just have the entire fucking day ruined, and Lips will probably do a runner to get away from us both, and then Ash can swoop in and save the day like a fucking asshole.

I hate everyone right now.

None of us speak a word the entire walk over. It’s the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been around my own family, and I fucking hate it. I hate the way my skin is crawling and my gut is churning and the threads of fear that are pulling me in every direction, because this entire fucking situation is a no-win.

Someone is going to lose their shit today.

Avery opens the door to us all with a haughty look and then immediately ducks into the bathroom where the