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Sandy was in irl I liked her “Who cares if she was a lesbian?”

“No one would, but Cassie made it sound like Sandy was obsessed with her and came on to her Total bullshit, and I’ainst Cassie” Sitting back, he folded his arainst you, and everyone knew if theywith you”

The pressure was back, clas “Why do you think Cassie was like that?”

“Hell if I know, but she was…she was ain “Partied a little too hard so out for no reason Trey used to say it was daddy issues, but who knows”

Daddy issues? Ithat it appeared she had a father on the absentee list Then I asked so I probably shouldn’t have “Why did I act the way I did?”

He blinked again and his eyes widened “Jesus, Saood to you And so was Scott, and even though you changed when you started hanging out with Cassie, not everything can be blamed on her You aze “Cassie and I were terrible together, huh?”

He blew out a long breath, and when I looked up, he was staring out the French doors “It eird, like two people co out the absolute worst in each other If you guys had soe Ever the opportunists…and there were a lot of people with a lot of reasons not to like you But hurt you? That’s different”

Shah me like acid I took one last spoonful of lanced at hed softly

“What?” I dropped the spoon in the bowl

“You have ice creaet it?”

Shaking his head, he reached over the bar and smoothed his thumb under ht His thuers spread underneatha shiver of pleasure through me Our eyes locked, and I waited for hien of ice creaone by now, but he didn’t

Instead, his thu across my bottoot lost soh rin stretched across his lips “Sure”

Part of e of the bar, I leaned forward and stopped thinking about everything other than the electric feeling he created with the si, but my body took the lead My pulse thrummed, and my heart soared when his hand slid to ht

A throat cleared, and I jerked back, nearly falling off the stool Much to lass of red liquid in her hand “It’s late, Carson,” she said, eyes and tone cold “I think it’s time that you head home”