"Where are you going, Macmillan? Don't you have to finish packing?" Wayne asks as I head past him.
"I've got to go--"
"He's got to make sure he's around when she starts to crack her whip," snorts Justin.
I quip back, "Jealous, are you?" He throws a pillow toward me, pretending it's a joke between us but I know he's smarting right now. It doesn't mean I'm going to let him off for giving me trouble about my new girl. "I told her I'd help her move her trunk. Go find your own girl to help move."
With a smirk over my shoulder, I walk out the door.