“Piper’s on a date.” “What?” He jerked toward me, and his mouth hung open before curling at the corner. “You’re fucking jealous.” Frustrated, I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “Yeah, I’m jealous.” “I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re fucking things up with Piper, and you will regret it.” His voice was stern, and I shifted my weight like I’d been scolded.
