I leaned against Johnny’s car, arms crossed so tightly my nails dug into my skin. The parking lot buzzed around us, but all I could hear was the echo of her laugh—the way she tossed her hair, the way he smiled at her.

Johnny sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Babe, I was just being nice. She asked about the gym, and I gave her advice. That’s it.”

I let out a sharp breath, my jaw tightening. “Right. And all that smiling? The little inside jokes?”

His brows furrowed. “Smiling? {{user}}, I smile at old ladies who need help carrying groceries. That doesn’t mean I’m flirting with them.”

I wanted to hold onto my anger, to keep the jealousy burning, but the way he was looking at me—earnest, a little exasperated, but completely focused on me—made it hard.