Chapter 13

Harper's POV

The moment we reach the table, Mark’s smile stretches wider than it had all night.

“Alright, who wants a drink? I’m paying tonight.”

God, no. They all light up at once, shouting orders over each other without hesitation, and before I can say anything, Mark takes my hand and pulls me with him toward the bar.

“Mark, you shouldn’t pay for everyone else’s drinks,” I whisper, keeping my voice low so only he hears.

He stops, looks at me like I’ve insulted him. “Are you seriously telling me how to spend my money right now?”

I shake my head quickly, already wishing I hadn’t spoken. “No, I just… it doesn’t matter,” I say, softer this time.

“That’s right. It doesn’t matter to you what I do with my money,” he replies a