CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MAIZE
Rowan shows up carrying a bottle of tequila, and it makes me smile wide. She knows exactly what a girl with a broken heart needs, and it usually starts and ends with Patrón. In her other hand is a bag of limes, salt, and shot glasses.
“The traveling bartender. I love it!” I exclaim, helping her with the items. I move some things from the top of my dresser and set everything down. A minute later, Kenzie bursts through the door with cookies, popcorn, and a giant a*s bowl of M&M’s. Elle’s trailing behind her, and she looks exhausted.
“This should do the trick,” Kenzie tells me.
Elle nods. “Booze, snacks, and reality TV. You literally can’t be upset after all that.”
“I hope you’re right,” I say, sucking in a deep breath as Rowan pours the shots.
Elle kicks off her
