“I don’t really have anything going on with Brogan. He found my number on a note I left for Bailey, and we texted a few times. Honestly, I’m embarrassed because when I met you, I assumed you were the guy I’d been texting. And to be fair, I may have read you a little differently if I hadn’t been thinking his words were yours.” “You liked him?” She lifts a freckled shoulder, and the side of her mouth quirks up in a crooked smile. “He’s sweet. He made me laugh.” The words are a punch to the gut and they fill me with an emotion I’ve never felt toward Brogan. Jealousy.
