Chapter 39

“What the fuck, Grant?” I whisper angrily.

Grant gives me an amused grin. “Well, well, well. Somebody’s jealous.”

Now I want to punch him in his perfect little face.

“I’m not jealous,” I protest, a little too heatedly.

“Look, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’m not worried,” I protest again, way too heatedly.

And I’m not, I tell myself. Why would I be worried? I don’t have any right to be worried. We’re not married. He hasn’t promised me anything. He doesn’t owe me anything. We haven’t even talked about what ‘this’ – our relationship, if you can call it that – is. I’m not his girlfriend, he’s not my boyfriend. We can sleep with whomever we want.

I don’t voice any of that aloud, though – especially not that last sentence.

Still, the thought of him and Dominique together, naked in bed, is enough to tie my stomach into knots.

It’s kind of funny, in a fucked-up sort of way. A few hours ago I was telling myself I wasn’t in love with Grant, that I couldn’t fall in love with him, t