Perrin moved to the couch and her two best friends hugged her from either side.
“He doesn’t deserve you. You are so much better than him.”
She wrapped her hands around her friends’ arms.
“I am, aren’t I?”
“You is,” Perrin whispered in one ear. She could feel Jo’s nod.
She was. Way better.
“You don’t need him. Who cares what a jerk thinks anyway. If he doesn’t like our Cassidy, we won’t like him either, will we, Jo? Not ever. No matter how nice the restaurant was. Never. Never. Never.”
“Ha!” She sat upright and nearly clipped Perrin’s chin with her shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re brilliant, Perrin. I know exactly how to finish my review of Angelo’s.”
“I am? How?”
Jo squinted her eyes for a moment and then smiled a smile that would look good on an angel. A wicked angel. “Oh yes, Cassidy
