Reborn with My Bestie
For a while afterward, Rachel and I crafted excuses, claiming we had our periods to avoid being intimate.
Perhaps because they still intended to use us—or perhaps out of lingering guilt—Robbie and Ned played the role of attentive husbands.
When Scarlett came calling, the four of us were tending the vegetable patch together. Robbie was carefully tucking back the loose strands of my hair, while Ned, grinning, fanned the sweat from Rachel's brow.
The moment Scarlett saw this scene, the smile on her face froze.
Fortunately, both men quickly jumped to their feet and stepped away from us, and only then did her expression smooth back into place.