“So that’s why you made that face, like you’d sucked a rotten lemon.” “A rotten lemon?” “Yeah, all green and puckered.” “Wouldn’t that be a lime?” “No. Limes do not carry the sour taste of jealousy.” He wags his brows in goofy triumph. “I am not jealous.” John shrugs, still way too pleased. “It’s okay if you are. I found myself hit with an unexpected wave of it when I saw you with Richard.” Wait. What?
