CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Two pairs of accusing eyes are waiting for me as soon as I walk through the apartment door. Phoebe's eye is no longer swollen shut, although the color has taken on a harsh purple.

"Where were you?" Green eyes narrow at me.

If it was only Sammy, I could've come up with a quick fib and she would have accepted it, but I know Phoebe is behind this interrogation.

I throw my keys on the kitchen counter and deposit my backpack on the stool. "I was with Alessandro."

Phoebe's eyes widen as if she expected me to lie, but what would be the use if they're going to find out anyways?

"Are you dating him now?" Sammy asks with a frown. "What about his fiance?"

"Technically we haven't been on a date, so I'm not sure what to call us." I shrug. Maybe I should ask him, since he knows exactly what we are without discussing it with me first. "And he's not engaged, it's complicated."

"I really think he's trouble." Sammy is genuinely concerned.

"Of course he's trouble." I walk to the fridge