Summary:

“It’s not a sext,” Hayden says, frowning. “Come on, that’s obviously a sext,” Jackie says. They’re both on the couch, staring down at his phone, at Shane’s text and the swift sorry man mistext that followed. “What else could it be?” “I dunno, maybe he’s talking about his fucking bird seed diet”— “Swear jar!” —“his ducking bird seed diet. Or he’s giving someone nutrition advice.” “Seriously, babe?” Shane keeps accidentally texting Hayden when he means to text Ilya. Hayden can’t help but get a bit suspicious. Or: Hollanov, through Hayden’s eyes.