Elena’s pov

“Okay, before either of you says anything, I need you to hear me out.”

Claire looked up from her drink. “Oh, God.”

I nearly choked on my snack.

“I’m serious!” Jenna protested.

“So are we,” Claire said. “I’m already preparing myself.”

Jenna threw a cushion at her.

We’d been at Claire’s house for barely an hour when her dog wandered into the living room, sniffed Jenna’s hand, then settled beside me instead.

I scratched behind his ears while Jenna ...