“Can you stop getting lost in your thoughts? Just call him and get over with it.” She rolled her smoky amber eyes, which went well with her black cocktail dress and high heels. “You’re not even talking to me properly. Are you ignoring me?”

I leaned against the small bar situated not far from the bonfire. “Yes, I’m ignoring you. You just realized that? Why would I talk to a friend who joins hands with the enemy?”

“Enemy?” Her brows crinkled.

“Uh-huh. Enemy.” I threw her a look. “You told Ace about mine and Warner’s break-up. And I had no idea about it. You should be in my gang to kick his ass with me, but here you are, passing information to him about my life?”

With wide eyes, she flashed me a sheepish grin. “Oh, so you’re mad about that.” She cleared her throat. “It’s not my fault. When you weren’t responding to his calls or messages, he ruined my peace to know what was going on in your mind because he thought you shared everything with me as your best friend. So, to have a good night’s sleep, I had to pass him something to calm the beast, you know?”

I shook my head at her.

“And I didn’t say anything wrong. He’d know sooner or later,” she added. “Now stop being a grumbling ass and call him. Don’t make any excuses. Even among so many people, your mind is somewhere else. I can see it. It’s on your face.”

Was it that obvious?

“By the way, does he still send you roses every morning?” she asked out of the blue.

“Yes?” Why’d she ask that? She knew they were an everyday thing now.

“Save the day after tomorrow’s bouquet for me. I’ll drop by your place at eleven.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why’d I give you my flowers?”

“Jeez, relax. Don’t need to get all green now. You can keep all of them. I just need one bouquet.” Taking a last swig of her drink, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “That day is my current date’s bitch elder sister’s birthday. I have to attend her formal family brunch with something in my hands. Why’d I waste my money to buy something for her when I can just take your bouquet?”

I let out a chuckle, not surprised at all. Typical Cassandra Brooks. When it came to the people she disliked, she wouldn’t even throw a penny for them.

“Kids, the lambs are ready!” Mom beckoned us with her hand, serving the smoky grilled lambs on plates for everyone.

“Don’t forget the flowers!” Cassie skipped off to the group.