As the gang headed downstairs to sort out the mess caused by the overcrowding in the house, Charlie stuck close to Paige, lagging behind the guys on the stairs. When the last of the men rounded the landing and could no longer see her, Paige stopped to actually zip the hoodie closed. She'd bolted out of her room wearing only panties. She was now holding the jacket closed over her breasts with one hand but the oversized garment had slid off one shoulder when Paige tried to push Johnny away from Jakes. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she was practically naked underneath.
Charlie appraised her friend with a critical eye. "Isn't that Mike's sweatshirt?"
It was the first thing she had grabbed from the floor after her panties. Paige replied coolly trying to sound casual, "I don't think so."
Even though Paige lied for a living, so did Charlie. Being a trained FBI agent, Charlie had a finely attuned BS meter and knew a fabrication when she heard one. The fact that Paige's eyes had flicked upward before she spoke, a clear sign that the blonde had been searching for a response, was all the evidence Charlie needed to convict her friend of breaking the unwritten house rule: No Love in Graceland.
Instead of calling her on it, because Charlie didn't exactly have room to talk given her relationship with Briggs which was the worst kept secret in the house, she bumped shoulders with the blonde on their way to join the guys. "So you and Mikey. By the way you have been smiling lately I guess I don't have to ask if he's any good."
Paige tried and failed to look incredulous. "He's more than good," she shared, practically beaming.