Ha! That would show him he wasn’t the only one with an eye for expensive jeans. Against my better judgment, I’d determined there was no way I could renege on his offer, or his demand rather, that I go for a ride, so I’d slipped into my green windbreaker as well. As I entered the room, they were cleaning up the last of the nachos and enjoying another round of laughter while re-reading the note. Noticing my approach, Kai said, “Lexi, this card is so corny. Too bad Ash wasn’t the one who sent you flowers. He probably would have included a nice melodic love song, and I can promise you, it would have been worth reading.” Skeptically, I looked over at Ash. “Somehow, I doubt that very much.” Kai shoved a couple broken chips into his mouth and shook his head adamantly. Still chewing, he said, “No seriously, Ash is a great writer. We have a band with my brother and a couple of his friends, and Ash writes all our original stuff.” “No way. That’s cool!” Ben interjected. “Oh yeah.
