He smirks like he’s cracked some secret code, turning to Sean. “She wasn’t wearing it when you came with her to Lambda house that day… and now she’s wearing it again. What’s so special about that jacket?”
I can feel my blood start to boil. What a…ugh, just a plain asshole. Not only does he have zero boundaries, but I already know Sean is going to lap up whatever nonsense he’s saying.
Sean’s eyes flicker to me. “Whose jacket is it?”
Of course. The second Josh, the actual love of his life drops a seed, he has to water it.
I take a slow breath, gripping the edge of the passenger seat. “It’s Justin’s jacket,” I say. “Unless you have anything else to add, can we leave?”
He glances at Josh, whose car is now inching backward as if he’s waiting for his permission to accept my answer.
I slam
