“I think you’d like her,” Kai says to me. “I met her. Nice girl.” “Okay,” Miller huffs. “She’s not that nice.” Kai’s knowing smile spreads. “Jealous.” She playfully rolls her eyes. “Always.” He wraps an arm over her shoulders, pulling her into him where he places a kiss on the top of her dark hair. Miller knows as well as the rest of us that she’s not actually jealous, nor does she need to be. Kai has never looked at another woman the way he does her.
