Only then did Daniel look at me, frowning. “What’s your problem? She just ate a shrimp or two. Bella’s just joking around.”
I smiled faintly. “Yeah, and I find her jokes filthy.”
I pulled out my phone, opened a medical appointment app, booked myself an appointment with gynecology, and Daniel one with urology.
Then I turned the screen to the table. “Better get checked. With this whole ‘sharing’ thing, who knows what you might have picked up. Anyone else who’s played with them can join in—the bill’s on me.”
Daniel’s face turned purple as he lunged for my phone. “Olivia Scott, stop being so damn dramatic! Bella and I are just friends. Can you not be disgusting?”
“Friends, huh? You’re jealous over that? And what’s wrong with sharing? It’s not like we’re married yet. When I do get married, you’ll still be the bride, isn’t that enough?”
“We’re just buddies. And even if we had slept together, so what? Why make appointments? Don’t you think I’d know if she had anything?”
That’s when I noticed the half-box of strawberry candy peeking out of his pocket—Bella’s favorite brand.