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“Then go away,” Mason snapped.
“Oh, he’s cranky now,” Tessa said. “Cute.”
Mason looked seconds away from walking directly off the rooftop.
Honestly? Kind of adorable.
MASON
I hated every single person here.
Rowan was trying not to smile again.
Which made this worse.
“Why are your friends like this?” she asked.
“Childhood trauma probably.”
“Damn,” Luca said. “That was kinda funny.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Jace warned Rowan immediately. “That’s how he gets confidence.”
“Too late,” Tessa replied.
Then somebody near the center of the rooftop started chanting about afterparties.
The crowd instantly got louder.
Luca perked up like a damn golden retriever. “Now we’re talking.”
“You’re not going to another party,” Tessa told him.
“You literally met me at a third party.”
“Yeah, and you looked hot holding a beer looking emotionally unavailable.”
Luca looked touched. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Rowan laughed beside me again.
And without thinking—
I looked at her first instead of the conversation around us.
Bad sign. Very bad sign.
Forty
CHAPTER FORTY
ROWAN
Mason caught himself looking at me.
Again.
This time he actually seemed annoyed about it.
