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at Kyler. He’s scowling, and I can’t tell if it’s directed at me, or
Drew.
“Uh, now’s not actually a good time, I’m still - ”
“Listen,” Drew interrupts me. Irritation blooms and I grip my phone a little
tighter. He’s being rude. “I was wondering if you’d be my date for my parents
anniversary party next weekend. I need a date and Quinn said you’re available.”
Well, fuck. If he puts it like that, how can a girl say no?
“Don’t worry,” he continues, not allowing me to respond. “I know you can’t
afford a fancy dress or anything. Quinn said you can just borrow something of
hers for the night.”
What the…? Is this guy being serious?
I remain silent, unable to get the angry words past the lump in my throat.
“Hello? Cassey? Are you there?”
“I, uh..” I stutter. “Yes, I’m sill here.”
“Then why don’t you answer me?”
“No.”
“No what?” he asks.
“No, I won’t be your date.”
“Well, why not? I thought we had a connection?”
“You just called me poor, Drew.That’s rude. I might not be able to afford a fancy dress, but at least I have something money will never buy, and that’s class.”
“Cassey, wait, I - ”
Before he has a chance to finish his sentence I finish the call. I glare at my
phone as if it’s Drew’s face and resist the urge to throw it against the wall.
Or even better, out the window and int the sprawling streets far down below.
“Are you okay?”
I spin around, and stumble into Kyler’s chest. He must’ve come and stood
closer to me at some point during my conversation with Drew.
The anger on his face and in his eyes has me wondering how much of that
conversation he’s heard.
“Yes,” I reply meekly. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” he remarks. “What did Blake say to you?”
It takes me a minute to recognize Drew’s surname. “How do know Drew?”
“We went to college together. He’s a complete dog. Now tell me what he said
to upset you?”
With a slow, relaxing exhalation, I reply, “Nothing, it’s not important. Let’s get
back to work, okay?”
I brush past him and sit back down in front of my desk. Kyler sits back down
next to me, and I startle when I feel him squeeze my hand. I stare down at
where his hand engulfs mine, feeling that familiar, intense pull between us. It
wasn’t Drew who I had this crazy, ridiculous attraction to. It’s Kyler. I don’t
understand it, and it scares me.
∞
    The apartment is quiet when I walk in. I’m beyond exhausted after my first late
night working late with Kyler and in desperate need of a big glass of red wine.
A delicious smell catches my attention and I drop my purse and laptop bag in
the small entryway on the way to the kitchen. Quinn has her back to me, and
she’s wearing her black sweats and a navy blue tank top.
Not a good sign.The source of the mouthwatering smell is a batch of red velvet
cupcakes sitting on the counter.
“Quinn?”
She spins around, pulling earphones out of her ears. Her eyes are red and puffy,
and her lips are swollen from nibbling on them. I know these signs too well.
They only surface when Quinn and Jarred fight.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, walking to where she stands on the other side of our
kitchen island.
“No,” she sniffs.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head, mumbling a “no” and decide to drop it. But I don’t quite
like the alarm bell it raises in my mind. Quinn tells me everything. We have
no secrets.
“But I should apologize to you,” she adds.
I frown. “For what?”
“Drew.”
Ah. Yes. The asshole who called me poor, and then expected me to accompany
him to his parents anniversary party.
Expelling a heavy breathe from my lungs, I sit down on one of the bar chairs
surrounding the kitchen island. Quinn’s heads finally comes up and she looks
at me. Her expression is one of both apology and guilt.
“Giving him my number was a shitty thing to do,” I admit. “But I’m more