I glared at Tiffany, who was smirking.

“Don’t,” I warned, pointing a finger at her. “Don’t say it.”

She sipped her drink, the picture of fake innocence. “Say what?”

I scowled. “Whatever you’re about to say.”

A grin spread across her face. “Oh, I’m so going to.”

“I hate you,” I muttered, turning away.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Tiffany grabbed my arm before I could escape. “You love me. Just like you love⁠—”

I cut her off with a sharp look. “Don’t.”

Her grin turned downright wicked. “I was gonna say Brad Pitt, jeez,” she said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “Get your head out of the gutter.”

I huffed, yanking my arm free. “I swear, you live to torment me.” With a sigh, I rubbed my temples. “Can we just pretend none of this happened?”

Tiffany tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm…no.”

Of course not.

She crossed her arms, leaning in. “So. What’s the move?”

I blinked. “What move?”

She gave me an exasperated look. “What are you going to do now that your not-brother is here, sulking in a corner, acting like he doesn’t want to fight every guy who looks at you?”

“He’s not sulking,” I argued, even though I definitely saw him scanning the room like he was building a hit list.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe he is sulking, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

She scoffed. “Oh, please. You know exactly what it means.”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Her grin widened. “It so matters.”

I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my heart pounded violently. I didn’t want this to mean anything. I didn’t want to sit here and dissect every glance, every word, every stupid, tiny moment. Because if I did, I knew exactly where my thoughts would take me. And I didn’t like where they were going.

“I need another drink.”

“Beverly Price!” Tiffany gasped. “Are you trying to drink away your Blake feelings?”

“I swear to God⁠—”

Before I could finish my threat, Drew reappeared, still shirtless, still way too cocky. “Hey, you disappeared on me,” he said, flashing a grin like I owed him something.

I forced a polite smile. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Drew’s eyes flicked between me and Tiffany before he settled back on me. “So, you wanna dance?”

Tiffany nudged me, not subtly at all. “Yeah, Bev, do you wanna dance?”

I shot her a glare that she ignored completely before turning back to Drew. I should’ve said no. I wasn’t in the mood, and the last thing I wanted was to have some random guy’s hands on me, especially one whose name I had to think twice about.

But Blake was here.

Blake was watching.

Blake was brooding in the corner like a dark cloud.