Emma’s POV
“Are you aware that Liam’s birthday is in a week?” Samatha asked, looking up from what she was cooking.
“Huh?” I couldn’t hear her over the sound of the blender crushing the ice I had just put in it.
Sammy and I were currently at her place having a girls’ night in. She was cooking stir-fried spaghetti while I was making some mojitos to go with.
She nudged her head toward the blender, signaling for me to turn it off, so I could hear her clearly, so I did.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I said, are you aware that Liam’s birthday is in a week?” she repeated.
“What? How the hell do you know that, and I don’t?” I asked, perplexed.
“Ryan told me,” she shrugged her shoulders casually and continued stirring the food in the pan.
“How are you being so casual about this?”
