Half of me wants to storm right over to that table and ask Erica to back all the way off, but two things stop me.
One, Miles is not my boyfriend. I have no claim on him at all, and certainly no reason to be mad.
And two, Miles is attempting to win favor with one of the most influential groups in the city. If I rush over there to cause a scene, it would blow everything for him. I’d never ruin his chances like that, especially not for something as selfish as jealousy.
But that doesn’t mean I want to watch.
“I think I’m going to head home,” I tell Cynthia.
Her face falls a little, but she doesn’t ask any questions. A good friend, she already knows the reason why.
“Sorry,” I tell her. Normally I do enjoy my time spent with her but right now…
“Don’t worry,” Cynthia says. “Let me go pay
