“Is everything okay, Rhode? You’ve barely looked at me all night, and you’re only giving me one-word answers. I’m not mad at your cat if that’s what this is about. My back feels fine now.” “That’s not it.” “Then what’s wrong?” She pauses, twisting her hands in my comforter. “You don’t have to push me away if that’s what this is about… I know you don’t think about me like that anymore.” She doesn’t have a clue how much I’m thinking about her, but I’m not about to tell Nina that every time she touches Cruz, I want to tackle the kid. “I’m good.”
