“Did your temp know there was a party?” I ask Charlie. “No. He dropped me off here and left before it started.” I shake my head. “You didn’t think to text me about it?” His yellow-greens pierce me. “I did actually think about it, but you had your hands full last night.” He glances at Jack. “Congratulations. You were trending for a solid hour there. Homewrecker Highland.” His sardonic tone is noted. He skims a hand through his hair, messing the strands. “I hate people.”
