I look at her, and I purse my lips in disapproval. She smirks and I smirk back. Message received. I do a small eye roll, determined now more than ever to get away from this guy. Athlete and single father. No and no. Stick a fork in it, it’s done. Tara shrugs. Traitor. “What’s this now?” Colt asks. “What’s what?” I ask him. “That look between the two of you. It’s like you were having a conversation with just your eyes. Like you can read each other’s minds.”
