“Oh my god!” Evie giggles. “I can’t win. I’m mad at you, anyway.” “Oh, come on, buttercup. Don’t be that way.” “Why are you mad at Tay?” I ask. Evie turns to face me with the cutest pout. “He took me to play laser tag on one of our first dates.” “And?” I prompt. “I won.” I lift a brow, still not following. Mateo’s laughing so hard he’s wheezing. “He’s a trained killer, and I won at laser tag. He let me fucking think I was that good at it.” I bust out laughing, and she smacks me in the chest. “It’s not funny!” “It kind of is, pequena reina,” Van says with a chuckle.
