Bree’s POV
Thirty minutes later I am standing around the rooftop bar at the penthouse, holding up a shot of tequila. Everyone clinks the glasses together and I secretly turn and dump mine out into the big potted plant beside me.
“Oh my gosh, Bree! I cannot believe this is where you live!” Betsy, who seems to really be feeling the alcohol, stumbles slightly and can barely look straight at me.
“Thanks Betsy.”
“You have got to have us over more! You cannot just disappear for years again! Tell her Cranston!”
Betsy grabs Cranston’s sleeve and yanks him towards us while pointing at me.
Cranston grins at me.
“Of course. Any time.”
“No excuses!” Betsy wags her finger at me and turns to Brad who offers her more tequila.
Cranston smiles as he steps closer to me and wraps his arm around m
