“Care to explain why Connor Atwood just told me I’m a nice girl, but nothing can happen between us?” Suppressing my grin is harder than I expected. “Not really.” She takes a menacing step closer. “Did you threaten him?” “Threaten is a strong word.” Anger flares in her brown eyes. “You told him not to talk to me?” “No, I told him what would happen if he did.” I’ve never been jealous of anyone, not even in the cocky jock way. But when she kissed him, something green like envy burned through my veins. “So, a threat,” she says.
