I can feel my cheeks burn. “What? N-no we don’t.” I wrack my brain trying to think of anything I’ve ever said –or done– that could be interpreted as flirting with Daniel. Did I send him mixed signals? Did I mean to send them? Do I want– what do I want?

“You don’t,” she agrees. “He does. He’s been hitting on you since we met.”

“What? No way. I’d have noticed.”

She laughs. “For someone with so much Perception, you are oblivious, Harper.”

Daniel ...