Ethan's POV
The door kept swinging open, but it was just another random stranger each time. After the fifth false alarm, I started counting the mint leaves in my mojito instead.
Jess twirled her straw thoughtfully. "Maybe Ashley got the wrong information."
I looked up so fast that I nearly gave myself whiplash. "What?"
Ashley shifted in her seat, suddenly very interested in her martini. "Yeah, um, seems like I might have gotten that wrong."
"Are you kidding me?" I threw my hands up. "You've had me sitting here for an hour, sweating bullets, and now you're telling me it was all based on wrong information?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Ashley had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.
"You're playing games with me, aren't you?" I narrowed my eyes at both of them. "This whole
