Chapter Eighteen
Flynn
“Come again,” I said, glancing in Diego’s direction.
“I said it looks like you’re pissing Mandy off,” Diego commented, leaning back in his chair before taking a swallow from his beer.
I didn’t even look in Mandy’s direction. I occasionally spent time with Mandy, on a very casual, not often basis. I wouldn’t even call it a friends with benefits arrangement. We were friendly, and there were occasional benefits.
I took a bite of my pizza and shrugged. “I doubt it. Plus, why would she be pissed off at me?”
Elias’s brows hitched. “Because you’re ignoring her. I’m not saying she has some sort of claim on you. But when you do see her, she usually gets what she wants from you. That’s all.”
“Tonight, she might as well be invisible,” Diego added with a roll of his green
