She cuts herself off as she peers around the room for the first time, which gets my attention, because Faye is never speechless.
I follow her gaze and . . . yup . . . of course.
That's a row of urinals.
And that's a bunch of confused men staring back at us.
My face heats, probably making me look more like a tomato than a teenage girl.
Faye recovers a lot faster than I do.
"Yes." She looks around the room and up at the ceiling as if examining it. "Everything seems in order here. We'll report this back to our supervisor." She grabs my arm and pushes me out the door. "Carry on."
"Supervisor? Carry on? Really, Faye?" I don't know how she comes up with these things.
"What?" she defends, not even a bit fazed. "It was better than standing around gawking at a bunch of men with their pants practically around their ankles."
I groan. "Do you think your brother and his friends saw that?"
A sly smile spreads across Faye's face as she looks in their direction. She doesn't bother answering me. I follow her gaze. Her brother is ruining his perfect face with a frown aimed at us, and the other guys are staring at us.
"You're right," Faye says without taking her eyes off the group. "Sexy Gym Guy definitely earned his nickname."
"Faye!" I exclaim, not because I disagree or need to point out she gave him that nickname, but because we're almost at the group and they can probably hear us.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist." She grins at me, making zero effort to lower her voice. "I know you have first dibs."
Before I can say I don't want "dibs" on a human being, Adam stops us.
"What were you two doing in the men's washroom?" he asks, impatient.
"Supervising," Faye answers without hesitation, and I reflexively slap her with the back of my hand.
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Can you at least try not to embarrass me in front of my friends this week?" His voice is low, and I glance at the four other guys a few feet behind him.
Faye pouts. "But I wanted to have some fun this week too."
"We'll be on our best behavior," I add before Faye can piss him off. "Thanks again for letting us come."
His captivating hazel eyes give me a once-over as if trying to decide whether I'm lying.
"Come on," he grumbles. "I'll introduce you."
We follow him over to the group, and I pray my face isn't bright red.
"For those of you who don't already know, this loser is my sister, Faye, and that's her friend Lori." Adam gestures to us noncommittally.
"Hey, Lor," Dylan and Kellan greet. I'm familiar enough with them, even though I'm always quiet when they're around.
"Fayanna." Kellan winks at her suggestively.
Faye flirts right back. "Kellan." She shoots him that smile that can make any boy melt.
He's the only person Faye's ever let call her by her full name more than once and live to tell the tale. Probably because if you could draw Faye's dream guy, it would be an illustration of Kellan Reyes.
He's shorter than the rest of the boys but still over a head taller than Faye, standing at five foot eleven, which I only know because Faye loves teasing him about it. He has tousled black hair, deep-brown eyes, full lips, and a tan that lasts all year round, which he attributes to his Filipino genes. He's not the most built or muscular person, which is obvious when he's standing next to Mr. Blue Eyes, but he's got broad shoulders and a lean, athletic build from the sports he plays. Throw in his perfectly straight teeth and his penchant for mischief, and you've got walking, talking Fayanna Murray catnip.
Faye says that she and Kellan haven't really talked to each other since the last time they slept together, but it seems like nothing's changed. At least Adam's still in the dark about it.
Adam ignores the obvious flirting. "Lori, I'm not sure if you've met Alessio, and this is Dylan's cousin Dean." He gestures at the guys as he says their names, ending with Mr. Blue Eyes—Dean. "Faye, try not to bother us this week."
I've only met Alessio a few times when he was coming or going from Faye's house, but I do know he's dating Jenna's cousin. I wave at the boys and smile, trying to channel my inner Faye and be cool for once.
"Lori, huh?" Dean says to me as everyone carries on their own conversations. "You ran off so fast the other day I didn't get the chance to ask your name."
Adam glares at us, probably hoping I don't say something embarrassing to his friend. I chew my lip as my face heats. "Yeah. I'm not the greatest in awkward situations."
He bites back a smile. "Jumping in front of a car to avoid me isn't that awkward."
"That's not what happened!" I defend myself but end up laughing.
"If you're that desperate to get away from me, I wonder what's going to happen when we're stuck on a trip with each other for a week," he teases, and I'm drawn in by the playfulness in his eyes.
I'm wondering the same thing, Dean.