Logan laughs. “She doesn’t share.”
“You’re not supposed to be looking at someone else’s man, Harper,” Emily says warily. “You know the drill. We’ve been there, done that, remember? I mean, not you, but you know what I mean.”
“I know, I know,” Harper mutters as Emily shoots a glance at my direction. For the first time, I don’t even care that they’re referring to what happened to me and Elliot. I haven’t thought about that since Logan’s kiss yesterday.
