Miles Sherman didn't deny it. "Yeah."
Erin Xavier was stunned for a moment by the answer, then deliberately raised his voice. "Zoe, did you hear that? I've fallen out of favor. You're Miles's favorite now."
How could Zoe Pierce not hear it? That "yeah" from Miles Sherman wasn't his usual breathy murmur; it was firm and resonant, impossible to ignore.
It was like a declaration.
And Erin Xavier's words only emphasized it.
Zoe Pierce felt a surge of embarrassed anger. She turned around and snapped, "Shut up, you."
'As if his own teasing wasn't enough, now he had to drag someone else into it.'
'The Erin Xavier of this moment was nothing like the well-behaved boy he was when we were alone.'
Erin Xavier felt a little helpless. Zoe Pierce hadn't picked up on the subtext of his words at all.
Miles Sherman was so obviously protective of her. He had clearly calculated the timing and understood something.
