Riley slaps her hand over my mouth, and Jace’s eyebrows shoot up. I do the only mature thing and lick her palm, grinning like an idiot when she pulls her hand away. “You just licked me!” I lean down so I’m level with her ear. I know Jace can hear me, but I don’t care. “That was just a taste test.” Her cheeks stain as Jace walks over with our cocktails, some cranberry concoction he’s been obsessed with. He hands Riley the drink, then his devious hazel eyes flash to me.
