Penny's POV
Jess and I make it halfway across the lot before I see her.
Savannah.
She's leaning against the hood of our car like it's a throne, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded loosely. The streetlight catches her hair, her dress, and the smug curl of her mouth.
Jess halts beside me. "Oh, this just got juicy."
"Jess," I hiss.
"What? I live for this." She gestures at Savannah. "That's a soap-opera entrance if I've ever seen one. All you need is thunder in the background."
Savannah uncrosses her legs slowly, deliberately. "Penelope." Her eyes flick over Jess, checking her out. "And… friend."
"Jessie," Jess says brightly, extending a hand like she's about to sell Savannah some real estates. "Penny's bestie, partner-in-crime, occasional bad influence."
Savannah stares at her hand, then finally shakes it with a smile. "Savannah."
"Oh, I know," Jess says. "You've got quite the reputation."
I nearly choke. "Jess!"
