He should’ve just sent an email. Or a text. Even a formal invite would’ve been better than driving all the way down here just to talk about the dinner.
But trust Nolan to always be stubborn, despite how loudly his head had screamed at him as he hopped into his car.
Now he was sitting in front of her, sounding like a little kid inviting his crush for a sleepover.
But in reality, his heart clawed at his chest. Because sitting before Jules and getting a closer look at her, what he feared most:
It was a different person in that damn picture.
Fuck!
“I'm not bringing Asher to some chaotic dinner at your house.” She stated firmly, her voice sharp.
“Oh, come on, it's not going to be chaotic. Just me, Evie, my aunt, and a few of Evie's friends who wish to come.”
Jules paused again and shot
