I let that hang there for a second, then asked, “Were you jealous?”
His head snapped toward me, then back to the road. “What?”
I laughed. “You heard me.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I didn’t.”
“Jealous,” I repeated, grinning wider now. “You sound a little jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Of all the guysrolling aroundwith me.”
His fingers squeezed the wheel. “That’s not what I meant.”
I turned more in my seat so I could watch his face. “Okay. What do you mean then?”
“Rowan,” he grumbled.
“What? I’m trying to understand your feedback.”
“My feedback is that it looked intense.”
“Sure.”
“It did.”
“But also maybe a little hard for you to watch?” I probed.
He exhaled through his nose. “You’re making this weird on purpose.”
“You made it weird first.”
“I absolutely did not.”
I laughed. “You got in the car and your first real thought was, ‘wow, that was a lot of dudes all over Rowan’.”
He groaned. “That is not what I said.”
“It’s what I heard.”
“You heard wrong.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.”
I waited him out.
He lasted maybe three seconds. “It was just weird seeing you like that.”
That shut me up for half a beat. “Like what?”
He kept his attention on the road. “That close to somebody. That … physical.”
I smiled again, slower this time. “So youwerejealous?”
He shook his head. “No.”
