“Because he has a crush on an imaginary girl who looks like me,” I inform him, winding my arms around his neck. “Damned doppelgänger,” he says lightly, shaking his head. “Always causing trouble,” I murmur, before stealing another kiss. “Need me to take care of it?” “I do not,” I tell him, firmly. “Your dad was nice to me today.” I expect at least a hint of pleased surprise, but he merely nods confidently. “I know. I told you I’d take care of that. I got him on team Zoey.”
