SYLUS: Harley…Crying?

Harley's eyes grew wide, her ears boiling crimson. 

That shouldn't have made me smile, but I couldn't help it. Something primal in me loved Jealous Harley, even if she wouldn't admit it. 

She stiffened when I rubbed a thumb across her bottom lip and quickly stepped away from me. "I wasn't jealous. W-w-why would I be? And stop touching me without my permission." 

I chuckled. So prickly. 

Before I could formulate any kind of response to further piss her off, my phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket to find Leo's number on the screen.

"Leo?" I answered, walking away from Harley. 

"Boss, you need to check out the tabloid." 

"What's wrong?" 

"Well… It's about your wife. I'm not sure who wrote it." 

I quickly hung up the phone, picking up my tablet from the desk to swipe into my browser.