“Us?” I argued. “There is no ‘us.’ You have no idea what makes me happy, and you don’t care.” “Really?” He nodded with a sarcastic lift to his eyebrows. “So sneaking into Hunter-Bailey for their open bouting event tonight wouldn’t make you happy? Because that’s what I was coming to get you for.” My eyes rounded, and my mouth fell open. “But if you’d rather dinner and movie, hey.” He shrugged. “I can go buy some boring fucking flowers, too.”
