Phoebe's POV
My eyes shifted uncomfortably. "That's not fair to say.
Are you seriously telling me you and the others didn't go crazy over Harold's pictures back in the day?"
Now Brittany looked just as uncomfortable as I felt.
She was trapped. Denying it would mean I'd definitely call Selena to verify.
But admitting it with Boyce sitting right there, the jealous king himself, meant she'd spend all night making it up to him if he discovered she'd been secretly checking out another guy.
Her back had finally healed just today.
"Well then, explain why you looked so shifty when you spotted that fruit arrangement," Brittany cleverly redirected.
I let out a long breath. "It's complicated..."
"Nice try! Just give me the short version," Brittany pressed, refusing to let me off the hook.
With my guilty look on full display, she knew there had to be some good gossip.
