I chuckled softly. “I’ve told you more than once.”
Irritated, Cassandra ran a hand through her hair and snapped, “I’ve been busy, alright? I forgot. Anyway, your wound’s healed by now. Missing one check-up won’t kill you.”
I held her gaze and relayed what the doctor had said. “The doctor said if I don’t take care of it, it could relapse.”
That shut her up for a moment. But when she looked back up, there was a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. “You’re not trying to use that scar to guilt-trip me again, are you?”
So that was what it was to her. My reminder wasn’t about my health. It was me playing for credit.
Seeing me just staring at her, her anger flared up. “Why are you giving me that dead look again? I was just unable to go with you! Is that worth sulking over?”
But my eyes flicked to her collar, and I emotionlessly said, “You didn’t wipe the cheese off your shirt.”
She instinctively reached for her neckline, but then froze mid-motion.
“You…”
I added slowly, “Also, Daniel’s watch looks good on him.”