Hannah
Viona and I exchanged wary looks as Scott approached. Despite myself, I slid over to allow him to sit with us, even though my heart was pounding.
“Scott,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?”
Scott sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he slid into the booth beside me. It was true; I hadn’t seen him in weeks. “Noah sent me overseas, actually,” he replied, sipping his beer.
“Overseas?” I exchanged another glance with Viona, who was practically digging her fingernails straight through her glass because she was gripping it so tightly. “Why did he send you overseas?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “You don’t know?”
I gaped at him for a moment. “No, Scott,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t know anything about my
