“Shouldn’t you be with your date?” The venom seeping into my voice only makes that lonely dimple glint in Rhode’s cheek. “She’s not my date. She’s a fan. We were just talking, but you sound a little jealous, Nina. Are you?” “No,” I snap. “It’s fine. You can talk to whoever you want.” The dimple in his cheek deepens. “You’re such a bad liar.” “I’m not lying,” I lie.
