Michael Reese.
It was obvious what Casey had planned, claiming she had some catering emergency, leaving me alone with Hayden. I looked his way to find him staring at me as if he was expecting me to say something.
I glanced at the shopping bag in my hand, snorting as I said, “I hope you don’t think I’m someone who can be easily swayed by money?”
“No,” he said with a frown. “I-I just wanted to pay. . . I mean, I was already paying for mine, so. . .”
I couldn’t help but chuckle when he rambled on and on, making up excuses. He looked adorable all flustered, and I enjoyed it quite much.
‘Says the one who claims to hate him.’ The mutt said, snickering.
“I never said I hated him.” I said aloud, clearing my throat when Hayden furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Umm, let’s leave. . . Are yo
