ELLA POV:
Jason likes me? ... Okay, hold up. Let's rewind for a second.
After dealing with the two drunken fools—Max and Dylan—Jason had to haul them one by one to his car like some babysitter for grown men. Good riddance. I was relieved when they left. Midnight rolled around, and after locking up, I was finally on my way home. Exhausted didn't even begin to describe how I felt. All I wanted was to collapse into bed and let this ridiculous day end.
And then, of course, because the universe loves to toy with me, he shows up.
Jason. Of all people. Calling out to me like this was some kind of rom-com. What now? Shouldn't he be busy dealing with his friends? No, apparently not. He had something urgent to discuss—something that just couldn't wait. And guess what it was about?
Mr. Harris.
