“Right,” she said. “Of course you did.” Sometimes she forgot that while she’d been in a haze these past few months, everyone else’s lives had gone on without her. “So, who’s the lucky girl? Is it Savannah? Or that redheaded friend of hers you were flirting with at her party?”
“I wasn’t flirting with Evie.” He ran his hand through his hair, exasperated. “Evie was in a corner alone, and she looked sad, so I went over to cheer her up because I felt bad for her. She took it the wrong way and threw herself at me. I tried letting her down easily, but Savannah saw us...and it turned into a mess.”
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