“Have you suddenly gone deaf, Zander?” April hissed at him, then he finally turned to face her when Lance got to their table. The beaming smile on the blond man’s died when he noticed the tense atmosphere.
“What’s her deal?” Lance asked as cluelessly as usual.
“Well, for one thing, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Henry said dryly, emptying his glass and waving a nearby waiter over for a refill.
“I thought you’d told her by now,” Lance said with a frown at Zander. “Not cool, dude.”
Zander ignored them both and looked at April pleadingly. “To be fair, I promised you he wouldn’t leave with us, which he didn’t,” he said, a flimsy excuse at best. “He already knew where we were going, so you can’t really blame me for him being here.”
“Is that so?” April challenged? “Is that also why he hap
