20. CPOV

Max is busy setting the table when I make my way downstairs, guided by the delicious smell. She sees me coming down, flashes me a cute smile and tells me dinner will be ready in a minute.

I see Rachel working on a paper in the living room and I use this minute to interrogate her.

"Who is she?" I ask quietly.

She simply smiles in return. One of those annoying smiles of hers. As if she knows something I don't know.

"Fine," I snap at her. "But you can't expect me to not want her, especially while you're gone."

"I know," she replies. "That's why I chose her. She's exactly your type, babe."

What is she trying to do?

Fuck her.