Rolling my eyes, I brushed past her into the living room. “You’re being dramatic.” I. Said to her.
“I’m being accurate,” she countered, tossing the jacket onto the sofa with a grin that was all teeth. “Spill it. Did he actually put it on you, or did you steal it from the backseat as a souvenir?”
“Raya—”
Her gasp was exaggerated. “He did put it on you! Saints above, this is huge.” She flopped onto the couch beside the jacket, hugging a pillow to her chest. “Do you know what people would pay to have Rowan notice them enough to lend them clothing? And here you are, tossing it on my sofa like it’s nothing.”
I pressed a hand to my temple. “It is nothing. He was being practical. That’s all.” I said with a little sigh. I was tired, today was quiet exhausting.
Raya narrowed her ey
