I exhaled through my teeth. “Who posted it?”
“Account’s private. Recently created.”
Of fucking course.
“Can you take it down?”
“I’m trying.” Drew cursed under his breath. “But screenshots are already circulating.”
Headlights crested the lower bend in the road. Then another pair. Then another.
My jaw flexed. “Stay on it,” I muttered.
“Luke.”
“What?”
“This isn’t random.”
“I know.”
The line went dead.
I stood there one second longer than necessary, watching the first unfamiliar SUV crawl up the drive.
Then I turned and walked back toward the deck. Jax read my expression before I reached the stairs.
Chase stepped up beside him, towel slung low around his hips, posture rigid. “How many?”
“At least three cars so far.”
Theo grimaced when he saw the headlights. “No. Absolutely not. I didn’t post anything.”
“None of us did,” Jax muttered.
As we approached the sliding glass door, Avery reached over and unlocked it. Mila stood just behind her and Tori, arms folded loosely across her chest. Watching me. More headlights appeared at the curve.
“This party was blasted online,” I announced evenly.
Theo’s face drained. “That’s impossible.”
“Apparently not.”
Chase’s gaze snapped toward the house. “Who’s been on their phone?”
Everyone. Which meant nothing.
Avery stepped forward immediately. “I didn’t.”
“I know,” I answered without hesitation.
Her shoulders eased an inch.
Jax looked toward Tori.
She stood near the door, wrapped in a towel, damp hair clinging to her collarbones. Her expression flickered between confusion and something tighter. “I didn’t post anything,” she insisted.
Theo moved subtly in front of her. Not aggressively but protective.