“Yeah, well. I’ve never felt a need to be noticed. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go.” She yanks herself free of my grip, but I catch her around the waist because she’s pissing me off. “You didn’t answer the question.” “Let go,” she whispers. “Why you tryin’ not to be seen with me?” “I’m not—” “Don’t lie.” She sighs and finally meets my gaze again. “We aren’t friends.” “And?”
