Chapter 9

Emily’s eyes widened dramatically as she stared at Chandler, then they flipped to Elena and blinked a few times. Chandler crossed his arms over his chest and leveled a dry look in her direction.

“Hey Emily,” he said quietly. As frustrated as he was with Emily’s interruption, he’d never been so happy to see her in all the time he’d known her. Because if she hadn’t walked through that door, he might not have been able to keep himself from reaching for Elena just to see what she’d do. If he thought she was smokin’ hot in the yellow dress she’d worn to the club that day, what she was able to do with a pair of leggings and a crop top was a fuckin miracle of fabric. But instead of staring at her like he quite desperately wanted to, Chandler kept his gaze pinned on her twin sister. The one meeting his stare head-on, quite unapologetically.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked no one In particular.

Chandler decided to answer because Elena couldn’t seem to find her tongue, “Nothi