“Wow, the genes in that family are something else,” Bailey says appreciatively while watching Ford walk away. It rankles me more than it should. I straighten and give her a pouty glare. She gives me wide eyes back. “What?” She lifts her left hand, waving her fingers to show off her ring. “I’m engaged, not dead. And you’d have to be dead to not notice that—” “Bailey.” I stare at her flatly, and she just smirks. “Jealous?” Her lips curve up, and I know she’s teasing me. I swallow and hear the crackle of it in my ears. “Yes.”
