I felt oddly offended. “Why not?”
“Because you have a p***s. At least I assume you do. And I haven’t forgiven your kind for all the wrongs they’ve caused.”
I couldn’t help but c***k a smile. “Good. You’re not my type either.”
She batted her eyelashes. “Not into hot girls who are batshit crazy?”
I grinned. “Definitely not.”
“Perfect. Then let’s go.” She flashed a gloating smile and walked toward the door. I stepped aside for her to exit first, but she stopped in front of me. “If you want to go to Wendy’s, I’ll treat.”
“Keep walking, wiseass.”
• • •
“So what brought you to New York after you finished school down south?” I asked after the waiter brought our drinks.
Evie shrugged. “My ex-fiancé—well, sort of. Christian and I met when we were both students at Emory. I applied for m
