“You fucking kissed her,” he hisses. “She said I could,” I hiss back. He shoves my shoulder. “Do you like her?” I jam my elbow into his ribs. “Yes, I fucking like her.” “Shhh!” Clapping a hand across my mouth, Emmett pushes me against the wall. With a finger on his lips, he gestures down the hall, where Cara’s voice filters from. “You like him.” It’s more accusation than anything. “Of course I like him, Cara. He’s charming and funny and makes me smile in this irritating sort of way and I’m losing my damn mind because I’m totally falling for Carter Beckett.”
