“I haven’t seen you around lately,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
Nate grinned into his drink, clearly enjoying this way too much.
Chase just lifted his beer, taking a slow sip before answering.
“Been busy.”
Jenna pouted, tilting her head. “Too busy for old friends?”
Savannah?
She just sipped her drink, waiting.
Chase didn’t even hesitate. “Didn’t realize we were friends.”
Nate to cough into his beer, but it sounded a hell of a lot like a laugh.
But Jenna?
Jenna wasn’t backing down.
She let out a light, fake laugh, shaking her head. “Still sharp. I always liked that about you.”
Finally, her attention shifted—to Savannah. Like she had just now noticed her. Like she was some afterthought.
Savannah just met her gaze, unimpressed.
Jenna smiled, but there was nothing warm about it.
"And who’s this?"
Savannah sipped her drink.
Didn’t answer. Didn’t move. Didn’t bite. Because—Chase?
Chase handled it.
“This is Savannah,” he said, flatly, easily, like that was all Jenna needed to know.
And for the first time, Jenna’s smirk faltered.
Just for a second.
Then she recovered, her gaze flicking back to Chase.
"Huh," she mused. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bring someone here before."
Savannah’s stomach flipped, but she stayed still.
Jenna’s smirk deepened.
“You usually just leave with them.”
Savannah let out a low, slow breath.
Mallory muttered, "Oh, this is getting good."
But Chase?
