Her expression—her whole stance—made it crystal clear: if that coffee ended up in her hands, I’d be the one left looking pathetic.

The moment her fingers reached for the cup, I stepped aside.

Eavesdropping just now was on me. I didn’t snap back the way I usually would. I kept my eyes down and stood there quietly.

“Seany likes me. You know that.” Joy pulled her hand back. “He just has reasons—reasons he can’t tell me how he feels right ...