Aiden and I look toward the door and disappointment washes over me like all that wine just did Aiden. I shouldn’t feel let down when Joran walks through, arms raised, shouting to the team about what a great game it was.
He spots Aiden and walks over, but stops short when he sees me. “Saige?”
“Hey, Joran.” I wave like an i***t.
Joran and I are far from an exclusive couple. We’ve gone on one date and a few lunches because his schedule is so busy, so I shouldn’t feel as if I just got caught doing something I shouldn’t.
He winds his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. “What a surprise. You were my next call. Just finished up with work stuff.”
I smile and let him touch me, but my vision shifts to Aiden, who’s intently watching Joran’s hand on my hip.
There’s no way a guy like Aiden c
