"So... you're telling me," Emily says slowly, her fork frozen mid-air, "that you hooked up with Axton freaking Rowe?"
I blink. "Who?"
Callie actually chokes on her mimosa. "You don't know who Axton Rowe is?"
"No? Should I?"
"How the hell did I not recognize him." Callie mumbles to herself, wiping her chin. She...