Jace:
“Do you still steal people's drinks?” Calla looked at me, her eyes bright from the strawberry seltzers and the firelight.
“Only if they leave them unattended.”
“That sounds like a confession.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
For half a second, she just stared at me. Then she giggled. Actually giggled. The sound was so unexpected that I almost forgot how to breathe. “Come on,” she whispered.
I glanced behind her. “Where?”
She grabbed my arm. “Shhh.”
“Calla—”
“Shhh.”
“You're not very good at whispering.”
“I am absolutely good at whispering.” She said it loud enough for three people nearby to look over. I grinned. She tugged me farther from the fire. “This is McKenna's cooler,” she whispered.
“I'm aware.”
“And she packed my favorite drinks.”
I nodded solemnly. “That's terrible.
