“No. I…” She guiltily avoids my questioning gaze. “I didn’t want Case to see my car on your street.” Something jolts through me. Not quite jealousy. But annoying all the same. “Right. Because this is our dirty little secret,” I drawl. Although to be fair, keeping this on the down low is probably a good idea. Our first game is this weekend. Everyone’s heads need to be on it, and that includes Colson. “No,” she corrects, “because the last time he did, he stormed into your house uninvited.”
