“It’s kind of disgusting, no?” I ask Jana, who’s leaning against the back wall. “Half these women have wedding rings on.”
Jana laughs and looks at me. “Someone sounds jealous.”
“No.” I sip the Diet Coke I still have from the game.
“You are so.”
Truth is, the whole Iris thing threw me. As mad as I am at Warner, I know he’s not the type to play a woman. Especially since he saw men doing it to his mother over and over again growing up. He wouldn’t be hell-bent on going after me if he had another girl, but that doesn’t mean there’s not a woman who’s after him. I wonder if she’s a puck bunny he calls when he’s in a specific town.
Besides, I shouldn’t even care. I’ve made it clear to him that nothing is going to happen between us. My brain knows Warner isn’t any good for me. My heart hasn’t
