Page 85 of Passing Ships

Damn, he’s hot. Even waterlogged.

And I’m not the only one who thinks so. The brunette who is currently batting her eyelashes at him has noticed too.

“Did you just give her a look?” Avie asks.

“Huh? Who?”

Her eyes flit from me to where Lennon is chatting with the cute brunette.

“Jenna.”

“No, this is just my face,” I say.

She gives me a pointed look.

“Trust me, I’m not bothered by your conceited little cousin. Let her flirt all she wants. I know who he’s going home with.”

“Then, what’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing.”

“Can we please skip the ten times I ask and you deny and go straight to you finally giving in and telling me what’s wrong? Because we both know something is,” she insists.

“Sometimes, it’s annoying how well you know me,” I mumble under my breath.

“Ditto. Now, spill.”

“I’m just thinking about Grandma and how much she would have loved being here,” I say.

She sighs and lays her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, I wish she were here too. She’d have danced in the rain with us,” she muses.

“She would have.”

Lennon

“So, you and Avie have been friends since high school? That’s so cool,” Jenna says to Amiya.

Once everyone finished eating, cocktails were served, and Naomie had everyone move to the hall’s large foyer to mingle.

“That’s right. Best friends. Since high school. So, I’d guess since about your age,” Amiya quips.

Jenna’s cheeks turn red. “I’m an adult,” she states.

Amiya’s eyes go wide in fake surprise. She’s a dog with a bone. “Really?”

“Yes. I’ll be eighteen in a month,” she states.

“Ah, congratulations. You’re so close,” Amiya says.

I have to stifle my laughter. Amused by her jealousy.

Jenna huffs and turns to me. “Come find me later?” she asks.

I smile at her. “Sure thing.”

Then, she storms off, and Amiya smirks at me before reaching over to adjust my tie.

“Was that really necessary?” I ask.