Chapter 37: Skye

"You look seriously hot," Lanie says, dragging me by the hand as we head up the walkway to the house where a massive party is spilling out. "Doesn't she look hot, babe?"

Lanie stares at Jaxon expectantly. His gaze slides reluctantly to me before he shakes his head and shrugs. "This feels like a trick question. Why don't you tell me what you want me to say, babe, and I'll say it. Wouldn't that be easier?"

"For Christ's sake, it's not a trick question." Lanie rolls her eyes and huffs out an exasperated breath. "Just tell her that she looks smoking hot!"

Jax glances at me from the corner of his eye before muttering, "You look good, Skye."

My lips tremble upward. "Thank you."

As we reach the porch, Lanie stops and gives me a thorough once-over. I was subjected to several rounds of intense scrutiny before we left the townhouse twenty minutes ago. Without warning, she reaches out and yanks the top of my shirt down until an obscene amount of cleavage has been bared.

"Lanie!" I yelp.