#Chapter 89 Renee

As soon as I saw the message, I wanted to bury myself in my mattress and suffocate myself, but I couldn't just not reply to him. How had Neil even had a chance to talk to him? Had he known that he would even before we sat down for lunch? I went to find Arielle, and found her still hanging out in the kitchen. She was more dressed now, seated at the island. Mr. French Toast was now packing up containers of food that smelled like good. "Hungry?" Arielle asked. "Dev made extra, and it is incredible as always." "Help." Arielle snorted laughing as I explained what had happened and showed her the message. My cheeks flaming, arms crossed tightly over my chest. She didn’t even bother trying to pretend not to laugh. Mr. French Toast-- Dev, apparently—kissed her on the temple and slipped past me with a travel mug in hand, looking cheerful. "Save lives babe! You have incredible thighs." He let out a withering groan. "Are you coming back with Zeke?" "Probably." "Video or it didn't