“Because my ex is Easton Maddox,” I blurted out once I’d gotten a little more of that liquid courage. Casey blinked. Tilted her head. “Wait…like…the barista from that coffee shop on Fifth?” she asked, brows furrowed in concentration. I stared at her. “No. I’m pretty sure that guy’s name is just Maddox. And also, he spells latte with a y, so I’m insulted you think I would date him.” Then her eyes went wide. Too wide. “Okay, wait. No. There’s no way. But I’m just going to ask just in case… Do you mean movie star Easton Maddox?”
