Nineteen
Emma
“So, what was up with the tool in the Tesla?”
I looked up from the ledger I was trying to decipher to see Johnny leaning against the door.
I sighed.
“Brody’s not a tool.”
“Brody,” Johnny scoffed. “With a name like he had a predisposition to be a tool.”
“Jealousy’s not a good look on you,” I replied, before looking back down, hoping he’d get the hint and go away.
“And what if I am? Jealous?” Johnny asked, pushing off the door and walking toward me.
“What do you want me to say, Johnny?” I asked, not liking the way my stomach ached in response to the unexpected confrontation.
“Tell me why you’re willing to give that guy a shot. Is it because he has money? Because he drives a car that costs more than my garage? Do you have some secret billionaire boyfriend fantasy I don
