When my eyes connect with Bishop’s, I mutter, “I’ve lost my appetite.” Nate pulls me into him. “Naw, don’t mind him.” He sends Bishop a wink. “He just doesn’t like others playing with his toys.” “I’m not his toy.” “I’m right here,” Bishop grunts. “Really?” I say sarcastically. “Because I don’t see you.” “Okay, Kitty,” Nate chuckles, tucking me under his arm. “You’re not you when you’re hungry. Let’s go.”
