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My brow furrowed. "Huh? What's he doing here?"
The guy was tall, beefy, and he was stacked with ink. He even had something above his brow. With a ring in his nose and a full beard, he wasn’t Aspen’s type at all.
Paris shrugged. "Dunno. I can read her texts upside down though. Yours too. Who's Cassiopeia?"
"You're a little shit, you know that?"
She beamed a grin at me. "I do. But I embrace it."
"She's a friend from school. I think she was... She had bruises on her eyes, and she held herself as if she were sore."
I was holding myself like that at the moment, so I recognized the signs.
Paris frowned. "Oh! You think someone's hurting her?"
"It's only an idea. I just wanted to check in; that's all." Casting a glance from the corner of my eye, I asked, "Why did Aspen come? From your message last night, I thought it was just you."
"I didn't know until she sent Misha a message." She huffed. "She's driving me crazy."
That had me frowning—these two never talked smack about each other.
"Ever since they got together, it's Misha that, and Misha this. From her text, I think he didn't intend for them to meet up."
Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"Knowing Aspen, she followed him here. You know how she gets when there’s something she wants."
Possessive wasn't the word. Spoiled brat were two more.
Bewildered by the conversation, I asked, "Are you okay, Paris?"
"Of course."
"Do you think Misha is bad for her? You don't look happy that she's found someone."
She hitched a shoulder. "You know what Aspen is like."
"A bitch?" I queried helpfully.
Paris shot me a small smile. "She isn't really. It's just when you two are together, you bring out the worst in each other."
I shrugged because she was probably right.
"Will you come on the show, Savvie, please?"
"What would I talk about on there?" I groused. "I'm not famous, Paris, and I have no desire to be famous either."
"You're notorious in certain circles."
"In the thirty-five to forty-five demographics?" I mocked.
She smirked. "Yup."
"You're incorrigible."
"Maybe." We thanked the server who showed up with our drinks before she rounded in on me again. "It'd really help us out, Savvie. Camden said he'd do it if you suffered too."
"I bet he phrased it exactly like that too," I grouched.
