Ivy: I find it so hot when you get bossy.
Me: Family meeting tomorrow at seven thirty. If you’re in town, it’ll be in the big conference room at the warehouse. If you’re not, I’ll send you a Zoom link.
Greer: Yes, ma’am.
Me: NO WEAPONS, GREER. I’m serious.
Greer: I know, I know. It wasn’t my best moment. I’m really sorry.
Me: This will not be a particularly in-depth part of the meeting because I physically cannot stand in front of my brothers and talk about it, but I was the one who showed up at his house, okay? He wanted me to leave, but it was storming, so I couldn’t. There’s no need to cast him as the villain.
Ivy: I wasn’t. I knew you’d wear him down eventually.
Adaline: Honestly, I’m impressed you got him to cave.
Ivy: Were you naked under a trench coat when you showed up or something? Men have a tendency to lose a few IQ points when that happens.
Adaline: IVY.
Greer: Can we vote her off the island?
Ivy: I’d love to see you try.
Ivy: Poppy, just remember I live half a mile away if you want to tell me stories your sisters don’t want to hear.
Harlow: We can’t get rid of Ivy. She’s the only one who’s as scary as Greer when we need backup.
Me: I love all of you. No one is voting anyone off the island, and no, I wasn’t naked when I showed up, but there might have been alcohol involved. That’s all you get for now. I’m putting away my phone and getting a snack because the baby is hungry, and I need to make my meeting agenda.
Ivy: AN AGENDA ABOUT YOUR NIGHT OF SEX WITH JAX. This will be the best meeting we’ve ever had.
With a short laugh and a shake of my head, I tapped away from the thread with my sisters. I saw another unread text and muttered a curse when I saw it was from Dean. Oh God, what was I going to say tohim? My heart.
Dean: Started to worry when I didn’t hear from you after the appointment. Hope everything’s okay.
Me: Appointment went great. Sorry it took me so long. Went to see the store and took a nap. I’m pretty wiped today, so I think I’ll stay home tonight. Call you tomorrow?
Dean: Of course. Xx
In the jumble of the day, my boyfriend—sweet and kind and driven and almost unbearably attractive—completely slipped my mind.
Nicely done, Poppy.
Before today, I’d never actually felt like a horrible person before. Sure, I had moments just like everyone else—snappy moments and judgey moments and gossipy moments. But I still felt like, at my core, I was a decent, non-shitty human being.
Until today.
Tears welled in my eyes again, and I dashed them away ruthlessly.
No, I did not get to cry over this.
The list materialized in my head before I could stop it.
Lies to family.
Lies to boyfriend.
Forgets boyfriend’s existence the moment I laid eyes on Jax again.