Liora
We must have stood there for a full thirty seconds, all three of us, staring at each other like someone had hit pause on the world.
Callum’s hand was still on the door. His eyes flicked from me to Zane, back to me again, like he couldn’t quite figure out which one of us was the bigger problem.
I broke first.
“Why,” I said slowly turning to Zane, my voice cold and thin, “are we here?”
Zane, of course, was grinning ear to ear like this was all perfectly normal. “For a book,” he said smoothly. “And lunch. Did I forget to mention lunch?”
“Lunch?” Callum repeated, like the word was a personal insult. Then his gaze locked on me. “DATE?!”
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “I hate everything about this. And, this isn’t a date,” I said through my fingers. “This is me being blackm
