Cooper puts the platter of food down a little harder than necessary and then grumbles, “Dinner’s ready,” before stalking off back to the porch. I chance a quick glance at Brady. I don’t know him well enough to be sure, but the look on his face appears to be pissed. Is he jealous? With that in mind, I start to swing my hips and grind my ass a little more than I should. Chloe’s right, this boy needs to make up his mind.
