However, Kendra continued, "I'm used to it—Knox doesn't believe in being exclusive. But the good thing for me is that I can move on. I can keep him out of my life and out of my thoughts. You can't, can you? So you'd better hope you don't come to care for him, or your life won't be fun watching the man you want flit from woman to woman."
A hurt that was deep and concerning rose in Harper as the prospect fluttered through her mind.
"It's true that I might find it hard on some level," Harper admitted. "I mean, anchors are possessive of each other, right? But that means Knox is in the same boat. He'll get pissed watching me with other guys. Whereas you… well, he doesn't give a shit what you do. Making him jealous isn't working out so well, is it?"
Harper pouted mockingly. "How sad for you."
Just as she and Khloë moved to pass, Kendra gripped Harper's arm tight and hissed, "You can't possibly—"
"You should let go of me, Kendra."
