*Jane*

“I mean … it’s okay,” Rachel muses, her voice prickly, but her eyes can’t lie. They rove across Noah’s apartment, taking in the splendor of it all, but she’s trying so hard not to look impressed. She hasn’t let him off the hook entirely, and I think this act is part of some kind of plan of hers to keep him humble just in case he messes up again.

I press my lips together to keep from laughing while Noah scratches the back of ...