CHAPTER 37 — WE'RE NOT DATING!
IVY'S POV
“WE ARE NOT DATING!”
My voice bounced across the kitchen so loudly that the spoon in Mom’s coffee cup practically reconsidered its career choices.
Mom stared at me over the rim of her mug.
Asher stood beside the refrigerator with one hand still on the handle, completely composed, which was deeply irritating because I had just spent the last thirty seconds explaining something that nobody had actually accused me of.
“I didn’t say you were dating,” Mom said.
I pointed at her. “Your face did.”
“My face?”
“Yes. Your face has been making suspicious comments since breakfast.”
Mom slowly lowered her mug. “I’m drinking coffee, Ivy.”
“Exactly. Suspiciously.”
Asher coughed into his fist.
I swung toward him. “And you. Stop laughing.”
“I’m not.”
