“Oh, God,” Iris moaned. “That’s my cousin. Can we not?”
“Yeah,” Posey agreed. “Please spare us the details, Jill. Some of us are related to him.”
Okay, so maybe I had heard it correctly after all. But she had to be full of shit, right? I mean, Andrew and Jill? There was no way. They had absolutely nothing in common. Well, except for the fact that they were both on the promiscuous side.
And knowing both of them, that’s really all they needed.
The thought sent my stomach spiraling somewhere near my ankles. Why did it bother me so much? It was just sex.
Sex with Jill, a little voice in my head said. Not some random day-tripper from the mainland. Not some tourist you’ll never see again. Jill Franklin. Andrew was hooking up with Jill Franklin.
Which, of course, was absolutely none of my business. And definitely not something to get worked up about. And yet—the niggling little sense that something about this wasn’t right just wouldn’t go away.
“You girls are no fun,” Jill said. And then, thankfully, she dropped it.
And that, unfortunately, did absolutely nothing to stop me from thinking about it until the end of the meeting.