“If you’ve made up your minds then of course I have no other choice but to help you.”
My eyes shot daggers at Seth, sharper than the knife I was using to slice the apple. Grace had said a maximum of three sentences, and he had already agreed that easily, contrary to my previous hypothesis that he’ll be against it like a pastor against sin.
He met my gaze briefly from across the room, and had the audacity to flash me a charming smile. No, point of correction; a smile that my stupid a*s found charming.
I shoved a fat juicy apple slice into my mouth and looked away as I chomped down on it angrily.
“Great!” Grace celebrated excitedly, clapping her hands and bouncing a little on her toes. It wasn’t like he had agreed to accompany us to an art exhibit. If anything, we just included another p
