Annie pours from her thermos to a mug before adding some lemon and a cinnamon stick. “I know you’re just pretending,” she whispers for no one else to hear. “But you two look good together.” I take a sip of my cocktail, warming me from the inside out. “Ryan would look good with just about anybody.” Annie raises her brows, unimpressed. “Mm-hmm. Whatever you say.”
