Page 178 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Because Mary is probably about to get a real one.
Something twists painfully in my stomach, and I swallow with effort.
“They’re just friends,” I manage once my airway finally clears the bite of sandwich.
“Oh really?”
“Really.”
Nate leans back and studies me like I’m an especially difficult patient.
“You know you’re allowed to have feelings, right?”
“I do have feelings. Fatigue. Irritation. Mild homicidal urges.”
“Come on. Admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That you’re jealous.”
The word detonates between us.
I stare at him.
He doesn’t even blink.
“I’m not jealous.”
“Really? Because you look jealous. You’ve literally got a vein pulsing in your temple. And Ragnar is practically attached to your feet like an emotional support sheep.”
I glance down at the animal.
Ragnar looks back at me with what appears disturbingly close to sheep sympathy.
Fantastic.
Even the most antisocial creature in the county pities me.
“I have no right to be jealous,” I say quietly.
“Oh,” Nate replies. “Because that’s how feelings work? They respect social etiquette?”
I don’t answer.
Nate sighs.
“Look. I don’t know what’s going on between you and Mary. But I do know you’ve looked like this since last night. And Jamie MacNeil and Mary have history.”
My chest tightens.
“What kind of history?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“The childhood-friends kind. Nothing romantic as far as I know. But they know each other really well. Very well.”
Of course they do.
“I should go,” Nate says, grabbing his beer. “Lily’s waiting for me. But Finn?”
