Chapter 129

Madison

“You can wipe that look off your face,” I told her. “Jackson could look like Chris Hemsworth’s better-looking brother, but I still wouldn’t be interested.”

“So you admit he’s hot,” Hazel said, pointing an accusing finger at me.

“I have eyes, don’t I? But acknowledging someone’s attractiveness doesn’t mean I want to date them.” I gathered my purse and stood up. “Besides, we have history as friends. It would be weird.”

“Friends make the best lovers,” Hazel singsonged as she collected her things. “They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway.”

“You’ve been reading too many romance novels,” I said, leading toward the door.

“I’ve been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much.” She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop.

“Well, this was surprisingly not terrible,” Hazel said, wrapping her sc