“How do you know it was meant for me and not for you?”
He pointed at the words on the back. “It says for the hot tattooed cowboy.”
I could hear Cassie scoff behind me.
I twisted around quickly. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m sure you’d love any opportunity to add her to your ever-growing roster,” she said sarcastically.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“I don’t just sleep around with anyone anymore, you know?” I shot back.
“So you onlyhit it and quit itwith me then, huh?” she said, her voice sharp enough to cut me.
Molly looked up at me wide-eyed. Liam was looking at me the exact same way.
“You know what? Maybe I will call her. Maybe her red lips can help me get my mind off the other pair of red lips I can’t get out of my fucking head no matter how hard I try,” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket, opening the picture Cassie and I took together at the Grizzlies game—making it very clear exactly which red lips I was talking about.
“Go cry me a damn river,” she snapped before turning back around.
After this conversation, one this was clear––Cassie was ready to go to war.
Chapter 20 – Cassie
“You guys don’t know how ready I am for girls’ night,” I said, hopping out of my car.
Ellie, Molly, and me had just spent the last hour searching for the perfect movie-night snacks at the store before deciding that the only right answer was popcorn, Red Vines, Diet Coke, Nerds Gummy Clusters, Cool Ranch Doritos,andchocolate ice cream. Now we just had to decide on a movie. Our track record for decision-making was not good, so what we would be watching once we plopped ourselves on my couch was still completely up in the air. Since Molly hosted the last girls’ night, it was my turn to host.
Nothing could make you forget about a long week at work like sitting around with your best friends, eating your favorite snacks, and catching up on town gossip.
“Seriously, Cassie, when do you have time to put this much effort into your landscaping?” Molly asked, admiring the fresh mulch I had laid last weekend as we walked up my front porch steps. “Every time I come over, your lawn is perfectly manicured. The grass grows one inch and you immediately cut it.”
“I really enjoy working with my hands. At home and at work, I guess,” I replied, sticking the key into my front door and turning it until I heard the click.
“Let’s get this party st––,” I stopped, almost falling over something in my entryway. It was a vase of flowers. And not just one vase either. There had to be at least fifty bouquets of flowers in front of me right now.
My eyes widened as I took in the scene. The flowers were everywhere—on the floor, on the tables, lining the walls. Petals littered the hardwood like confetti. Roses, tulips, sunflowers, daisies—you name it, it was in my living room.
“Uh, Cassie… I think you have a secret admirer,” Ellie said from behind me.
“Well, they broke into my house, so it seems like they’re more stalker than secret admirer to me.”
“Where do you think all of these came from?” Molly asked, tiptoeing carefully through the vases.
“Do you think I should call the police?” I asked confused.
“Call off the dogs,” Ellie said, holding up a folded piece of paper.
One vase for every time I thought about you today. – McDreamy
I rolled my eyes. “He is such a pain in my ass,” I muttered, setting the bags of groceries down on the coffee table—the only spot not completely covered in flowers.
“Who’s McDreamy?” Molly asked, the only one not aware of the accidental nickname I had created for Jace.
“Your annoying brother.”
