“You too, Chazz.” My duet partner stiffens. “It’s Cass.” Garrett blinks innocently. “Oh, sorry—wasn’t that what I said?” Cass’s nostrils flare. “So I hear you’re singing a duet with my girl,” Garrett adds. “I hope you’re not giving her any trouble. I’m not sure you know this, but my Han-Han has a bad habit of letting people walk all over her.” He arches one dark brow. “But you wouldn’t do that, right, Chazz?” Despite the pang of embarrassment his words evoke in me, I’m also fighting hard not to laugh. “It’s. Cass.” “That’s what I said, no?”
