Ember POV

Ember made herself comfortable on a bar stool and reached for a piece of rockmelon. “So what do you want to know?”

Mia sighed and sat next to Ember, reaching for one of the gin cocktails and taking a long swallow. “She wants to know what’s going on with you and Marksman.”

“Mia,” Amelia admonished. “You could have eased into a bit.”

Ember laughed. “It’s fine and to answer your question…I don’t know.”

“But you slept with him, right?” Amelia asked eagerly. “Sara said you both turned up at his place together this morning and he was wearing the same clothes he had on last night and—”

Mia...