"I have plenty of hot dates over when you're not around. I'm satisfied without having to kick you out," I said casually, as if I'd drop the subject.

As if.

I poked him again. And again and again.

"Stop trying to change the subject and stop lying to me," I insisted, my voice straining just a touch over the words. I didn't like this. I didn't like that Jake was blatantly hiding something from me. It completely messed with our dynamic.