Ruby is holding back a grin while shrugging.
“Whoever created fucking autocorrect needs to have their eyes stabbed out. When I find them, I may do it myself. In fact, I may craft a voodoo doll for that autocorrect creator and just get to stabbing tonight. Know anything about voodoo dolls?”
Ruby doubles over, bursting out laughing, and I tilt my head, confused.
“Why are you planning on stabbing some poor person’s eyes out over autocorrect instead of just turning it off?”
She glares at me in a way that would make some men’s balls shrivel up. Fortunately, I’ve had worse glares thrown at me, so I’m not affected. Hell, I grew up with Viv, after all.
“Gee,” she says dryly, “why didn’t I think of that? Of course I’ve turned it off, but my phone is haunted and it keeps cutting itself back on. I can’t make it stop, and I gave up trying a long time ago.”
“Get a new phone,” Corbin tells her as he comes to wrap his arms around Ruby’s waist and pull her against him.
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What the hell is taking Bo so long?
“Not all of us are rich,” she reminds him, flipping him off.
“I’ll buy you a new phone,” he tells her with a shrug.
You’d think he’d just offered her anthrax when she gives him a death glare worse than the one I got.
“Or not,” he amends, putting Ruby between him and Bella like she can buffer. Ruby is too busy trying not to laugh to say anything.
“I don’t let people buy me things. You think Wren hasn’t offered?”
“He has,” Allie—Wren’s fiancée—says, smiling as she walks up. “But only because Bella has messaged him a few times by accident when she meant to be messaging me. She doesn’t have a filter with me,” Allie adds, snickering when Bella flips her off.
Sheesh. That girl loves that gesture.
“My phone is haunted by a perverted, sick ghost that is conspiring against me,” Bella goes on.
Her phone goes off in her hand, and she looks down, eyeing it like it’s evil. Then she blows out a breath before typing something else and cursing under her breath.
“Are you dating someone?” Ruby asks her randomly. “Because you sure do text a lot.”
Bella’s head snaps up. “Me? No. No. I’m not seeing anyone. No. Why would you ask that? I need to grab a drink.”
She practically sprints over to the coolers, and we all exchange a confused look.
“She’s totally seeing someone,” Allie and Ruby say in unison.
“And she’s apparently ashamed of him,” Corbin adds. But in the next breath he’s cursing because Maverick Sterling has gotten ahold of the music, and Shake that Ass Bitch starts blaring in the backyard.
Whistles ring out, Corbin tosses off his shirt, and then he does something hideously embarrassing that he refers to as twerking.
“That never gets old.” Bo’s voice startles me, and I look over just as she sits down and leans against me, watching the train wreck that some people call Corbin.
“I could live the rest of my life without ever seeing him shake his ass again,” I point out.
She laughs lightly while leaning against me. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, Kode Sterling walks over, grinning as he focuses his attention on Bo.
“Bora sent Tria the samples today of some of those new romance products you’re about to launch.” He grabs the bag Tria is holding, and pulls out a small canister. “Orgasm Lover? Since when do you guys market this stuff? I can’t wait to see what it does to her.”
Tria blushes and her eyes widen as she scowls at Kode, but he shoots her a wink. She hisses for him to shut up, but he just grins bigger.
Bo stands, snatches the small tin canister from his hand, and she angrily slams it into the trashcan. She even glares into the trashcan like she’s waiting on it to hop back out and start a fight with her.