Page 23 of Playing Dirty
She studied me for a second before glancing toward the kitchen knowingly.
“Oh.”
A small laugh.
“That’s unfortunate.”
“What is?”
“You’re fucked.”
Before I could answer, she squeezed my arm once and disappeared into the crowd.
Helpful.
Jace walked beside me toward the drinks table looking way too entertained.
“You know what’s hilarious?”
“No.”
“You got jealous first.”
“I didn’t get jealous.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Of what?”
“The random dude talking to Rowan in the kitchen.”
I looked over instinctively.
And there she was.
Laughing at something some tall guy said beside the counter.
Not flirting exactly.
But close enough to make something ugly twist low in my stomach.
Fuck.
Jace saw my expression and burst out laughing.
“Oh my GOD.”
“Shut up.”
“You are DOWN HORRENDOUS.”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“No, seriously,” he gasped. “This is incredible.”
I grabbed a beer harder than necessary.
Across the room, Rowan glanced over again.
