“He’s, uh, he’s my boyfriend.” Greg’s lips quirk. “Impressive.” I frown. “What is?” Is this guy seriously judging me right now on my ability to get hot guys? I mean, I can totally see his point, but— “I wouldn’t have guessed that from any of your recent articles about his team. In fact, you were pretty harsh on him in your earlier articles.” I roll my eyes. “Like I don’t hear that from him enough.” Greg laughs. “You were harsh but fair. You were right about him getting out from under Boston’s hold.” “Thank you! That’s what I said.”
