“You don’t try hard enough!” he wailed. “Shut. Up,” Enzo said before he turned to me. “She is sufficiently cute. Even if she is still gross.” He searched my face. “I’m glad you’re happy.” “I am,” I confirmed. “More than I ever thought I would be.” “Gay,” Gin called. I whipped a kitchen towel at him. “One more time, and Harlow won’t have to stab you. I will.” “You wouldn’t do that, right, Harlow?” Ash asked, his eyes wide and filled with concern.
