“Is this your idea of flirting?” Izzy mumbles to her brother as we head out of the room, her friend on our heels. “You’re terrible at it.” “We’re not flirting,” I say with a scowl. “Cooper doesn’t know how to flirt.” “Neither do you,” he shoots back. That hurts more than it should, so I keep my mouth shut and focus on not falling down the stairs in my heels.
