Hailee's POV
"We…" Peter began, his tone far too casual for my liking.
"Don't," I snapped, glaring at him from across the sitting room.
For the past ten minutes, he'd been teasing me nonstop about the picture — that picture — the one of Rylan and me plastered all over the gossip columns.
He wasn't even angry. That made it worse.
If he'd yelled, scolded, or lectured me like a brother should, I could've handled it. But no, he was smirking, lounging in his chair like this was the funniest thing he'd seen all week.
"You have to admit," Peter said with a grin, holding up the newspaper like it was some kind of trophy, "you two look like a happy couple. Look at this—perfect lighting, perfect posture. You could use this as an engagement photo."
"Peter!" I groaned, throwing a pillow at him. "You're enjoying this way too much!"
He dodged easily, laughing. "Oh, come on. You can't deny it—he's handsome."
