"Two gorgeous men storming out of your room angry in one day—actually in the space of minutes…"
Chelsea chuckled, eyes bright with mischief. "For someone who has had a dry love life for years, you are finally in your season."
Gianna pouted, lips pushing forward as her friends burst into laughter.
"I didn't exactly ask for it," she said, voice edged with protest. "As a matter of fact, I would prefer the dry season now. I don't need all this drama when my life is being threatened."
Chelsea shook her head slowly. "No. This drama is perfect. A good distraction, so you won't think your head out of existence with scenarios of danger. So, embrace the drama."
Gianna's teeth snagged on her upper lip as she considered her friend's words, worry and reluctant amusement tangling in her chest.
To be fair, she thought, Chelsea wasn't exactly wrong.
When she had kissed Noah, it had been—
