Asher said, cutting into his steak. Cal groaned as utensils clattered on a plate, and Brent’s head shot up, those slate eyes burrowing into Cal. “Girlfriend?” Asher looked confused. “Yeah, Jenna—” “She’s not my girlfriend,” Cal cut him off. What she actually was, he didn’t know. But girlfriend? Definitely not. She was something else. Another category that he was trying to forget about. Asher frowned. “I know she said she was just a friend, but you both throw off more-than-friend vibes. And then you guys kinda argued over the brownie mix in a weird way.” Cal glared at him. “You are this close to being put back on a bus to Virginia.” Asher winced and then lowered his eyes to his plate. Cal softened his words by nudging the kid with his foot and shooting him a grin, which Asher returned. “Whoa.”
