~Joan~

“What the hell? He actually said that?” I asked, watching Rhoda shrug as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.

“You get it, right? Told him to fuck off,” she said. Even though I was a little annoyed, I couldn’t help but smile.

I trusted Rhoda to handle Aaron, at least on the phone if not in person. There was no way her birthday party would happen without me being there—Aaron knew that. And yet, what did he do? He asked her to blacklist me. Unbelievable. Especially when I thought Aaron and I were finally getting along.

“So, what do we do?” I asked, folding my legs underneath me...