Page 142 of Taken Away

And despite himself⁠—

A smile escaped.

Aubrey stared.

“Don’t.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Bennett.”

“You are jealous.”

Her jaw dropped.

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“Bennett McCrae.”

His grin became impossible. Infuriating.

And somehow incredibly attractive.

Which only made her angrier.

“Look,” she snapped. “I know you and Vanessa are a thing.”

“We’re not.”

“You were.”

“We were.”

“Fine.”

She threw up her hands.

“You were.”

Bennett stayed silent.

Aubrey folded her arms.

“If that’s still what this is, then I get it.”

His expression changed.

“What?”

“If you’re trying to figure things out. If you’re not over her. If you’re deciding what happens next.”

“Aubrey—“