“Who was that?” Daniel asked me, seething. I looked down and his fists were clenched by his side.

What the hell was his problem?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told him simply. I knew he was referring to Lyle, but I didn’t understand why he seemed so…angry.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “That redhead you were hugging,” he clarified.

“Oh, you’re talking about Lyle,” I responded. ...