Suspiciously cheerful.
She’d stopped at a bend and turned around fully, one hand on her hip, the other shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Everything good back there?”
“We’re fine,” I called back.
Her gaze flicked from me to Jenna… then to the shrinking distance between us… Then back to me.
She smiled.
Oh no.
That was not just any smile.
That was theI’m about to be a menace "smile.
The mischief smile.
The Harper smile of doom.
When Jenna and I reached the group again, Sienna fell into step beside me with the kind of casualness only a woman who absolutely noticed everything could muster.
“So,” she said quietly, “making friends?”
I shot her a look. “Don’t start.”
“Start what?” she asked, way too innocent.
“You know what.”
“Oh, I’m just observing,” she said. “She’s very into you. Very. Into. You.”
“She’s just being friendly.”
“She asked if you were single.”
“She’s curious.”
“She asked it like she was applying for the position.”
“She’s—”
“Flirting,” Sienna finished, grinning.
I glared. “Please stop enjoying this.”
“Oh, I will never stop enjoying this,” she whispered. “You should’ve seen your face. Like someone handed you a live squirrel.”
“I handled it.”
“You panicked.”
“I did not panic.”
“You disassociated,” she corrected.
I bit back a laugh. “I redirected the conversation.”
