CH170

Isla slid into the seat, hair a little windblown, a steaming mug of coffee in hand. Her eyes were already sparkling with mischief.

“Have to do with the brunette giving Lukas the fuck-me eyes?" She smirked. "You jealous, V'?"

I huffed. "No, because she's over there and I am here."

“Uh-huh,” she said,...