“You’re just going to leave?” I ask her, panic laced in my voice. I give her a look, the best friend look that says, “Please, Jesus, don’t leave me alone with him,” but because she’s the evil wench that she is, she deliberately doesn’t translate my plea. “Yes, but you have Hornsby here to keep you company and possibly be your wingman.” “Wingman?” Hornsby says. “Are you looking to hook up with someone, Penny?” “What? No!” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “No, I didn’t even want to come out tonight, but Blakely convinced me. I was fine with just hanging out at my place and eating a gallon of
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