Hate? Yeah, but honestly, it was deeper than that.

Not that it was any of her business.

The way Betty asked, though—so direct, so calm—told me she was a little insecure. Like she was fishing to see if I still had some hidden feelings for Ashton.

I gave her a smile, but it wasn’t exactly friendly. “Miss Murphy, we barely know each other. Who I love or hate is definitely not your problem. As for Ashton? He knows exactly how I feel.”

She didn’t back down. ...