Marcie's voice cracked through the air, and for a preteen it was quite smug and merciless.
"Busy," she repeated, her grin so wide it practically split her face. "And right at the front door too? How bold of you."
I wanted to evaporate. Right then, right there. Turn into a mist of shame and float into the atmosphere.
But much to my relief, I wasn't the only affected person, as I spotted a faint pink brushing his ears.
He was also embarrassed.
Or flustered.
Who could tell?
"Marcie." My voice was a hiss, my face flaming so hot I thought I might combust. "Go back inside."
"Whyyyyy?" she shot back, tilting her head with childish glee. "It was just getting good. Is that what you do when you have a boyfriend? Just exchange saliva?"
Behind her, Freya was doing a poor job of smothering her laughter, while Liam looked like he'd stepped into a soap opera he wasn't sure he'd signed up for.
"Marcie, no you don't do that. And you should mind your business next time!"
