"Sorry we're so late. I got held up," I say, not willing to throw Cooper under the bus. As much as I'm annoyed with him for making us twenty minutes late to dinner, I know he was just being a good friend.
Stefan gives me a small grin, then adds, "It's okay, I know who's to blame." He looks across the booth, and I follow his eyes to see that he's looking at Cooper with a knowing look.
Cooper throws his hands up. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault," he defends as he looks between Axel and Stefan. Honestly, with the way he looks right now, it only confirms that it is, in fact, completely his fault. "Tamara was wearing a s**t outfit and I rectified the situation. So, you're welcome."
I know Cooper is only joking, but a girl's got to defend herself at some point. "First of all, my outfit w
