Chapter Twenty-Five
Mack
Leaning toward the center of the table, I picked up the platter of seasoned potatoes. After I served myself, I felt Ash’s eyes on me. When I lifted my head, my gaze collided with hers. I wasn’t totally sure how to read it, but I was confident she was pissed with me. Considering we were surrounded by friends, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it now.
“Hey, can you pass that my way?” Dawson asked, elbowing me in the side
I lifted the platter again and handed it over, replying, “Words work, you know.”
“Dude, you were zoned out staring at Ash. I think my elbow was necessary,” Dawson quipped.
I didn’t dare look in Ash’s direction now. Instead, I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” I muttered before stuffing a bite of garlic bread in my mouth. Fortunately, anything Dani mad
