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“So are you.”

When we turn to face Kora and Mike, we’re met with two smirks.

“Didn’t I call it like two months ago?” Mike says, and I lift my eyebrows in confusion. “When you told me about Robin? And I said she was exactly your type?”

“And? I never denied it.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t admit it either. You acted all cool and casual.”

“Ha,” Kora interrupts. “And I literally told Robin two months ago that she’s Hayden’s type.”

“No, you didn’t,” Robin claps back, shaking her head aggressively.

“Fine, you said you thought you weren’t his type. Same thing,” Kora says, throwing her hands in the air. “But then I said that that’s impossible, because you’re everyone’s type.”

I look down at Robin and frown. “You thought you weren’t my type?”

“Not really.” She laughs, but then goes back to glaring at her friend. “And again, I am not everyone’s type, so I couldn’t have known.”

“Come on,” Kora argues.

“No, I’m not.” Then Robin points at Mike. “I’m not Mike’s type.”

Mike looks so uncomfortable that I have to bite back a laugh. When both women look at him expectantly, he sighs. “Why are you guys doing this to me?” His expression is filled with pure agony. “Fine, yeah, I mean, Robin is very beautiful. But, yeah, she’s not really my type.” He looks at her and grimaces. “Sorry.”

“I knew it,” Robin shouts, looking at her best friend smugly.

“Whatever,” Kora says before she looks at Mike. “What is your type?”

“Nope,” he says. “Not doing that.”

“What? Come on.” Kora’s voice is full of outrage. “We want to know.”

But Mike just shakes his head at her, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

When she can’t persuade him, the two of them start to bicker, and I take the opportunity to give Robin another kiss.

“In case it wasn’t obvious,” I say softly, “you’re very much my type.”

I never get to hear her answer though, because from a few feet away, someone shouts my name.

Then I get yanked backwards and come face to face with my brother.

Chapter 28

Robin

“What the fuck?” Hayden glares at his brother.

“What in the hell are you still doing here?” Christopher spits out.

“Waiting for my duet with Mike,” Hayden says dryly.

His brother looks furious. His lips are pressed into a tight line, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. He looks and sounds inebriated, and although I’m slightly tipsy myself, alarm bells start to go off in my head.

“How dare you … stay in town after what you pulled at the gala.” His voice booms over the crowd, heads turning in our direction. “We don’t wantchu here.”

“Personally, I don’t care what you want, but you might want to leave before we cause another scene,” Hayden says quietly, sounding almost bored.