“Joe.” “Tell me.” Chewing on her lip, she glanced down for a long moment before blowing out a breath and whispering, “You said she has nice legs.” I waited a beat to hear the rest of it, but when it didn’t come, I found myself staring at her in confusion. “Huh?” “You said she has nice legs,” she repeated, still looking down at her lap. “You told her that she has nice legs.” “Who?” “Danielle.” “I did?” “Yeah, Joe, you did.” “When?” I asked, beyond fucking confused. “In class.” Oh shit, I did. “And that’s bad because…” “Forget it.”
