Chapter 86 Shattered Glass B
- It almost made me regret giving Grayson’s table to her. “No need to elaborate. You obviously like him, so you go ahead and take his table. I’ll take one of yours.”
- “No,” someone grunted behind me. I turned to look at Jerry, who I hadn’t even noticed had walked up behind us. How long had he been standing there? “No switching tables,” he said.
- “Why not?” Candice asked, her voice coming out whiny.