And he’s not bad looking.” It was that last part that had me smiling like a pig stuck in mud. Paisley rolled her eyes, but dropped her shoulders. “Fine.” I shot her a wink. “There’s that enthusiasm I love to hear when I ask a girl out.” “This isn’t a date.” “It kind of is,” Keva muttered from the side. I pointed to her friend. “Fuck off, cowboy.” “Right back atcha, slugger.”
