“See?” Paige continued, turning her phone around to show us. She’d taken a picture of us smiling at one another, and, I had to admit, we looked surprisingly like a couple. Reed’s eyes were soft as he gazed at me, and my own almost sparkled. Was that really how I looked when I stared at Reed? “I’m sorry about Paige,” Reed said. “She’s worse than the paparazzi.” “Hey,” Paige complained. “Someone had to capture the moment . . .” “Well, I’m very unimpressed,” Reed said before lowering his voice and grinning. “Send it to me.”
