Chapter 422

• "You're the best, Rhode she's the best. You better not fuck this up, this here is a real dynamite lady" Max states confidently as he crosses over to me and puts his arm around my other shoulder, effectively trapping me in between him and Rhode . The pungent smell of herbs overwhelms me as he embraces me, and I bury my face momentarily in Rhode 's chest.
• "Oh my god is that what weed smells like?" I exclaim quietly as Max's arm unhooks from around my shoulder. Rhode laughs.
• "How have you not figured out that that's what weed smells like? The guys who used to hang out in front of your apartment building used to smoke weed all the time" Rhode tells me as Max mumbles something about mini quiches and weaves his way through the crowd to find a waiter.