“Isn’t he the one you used to date? The one in all those pictures in your living room?” My face flamed and I looked away guiltily. “Yes and no. Kind of. I mean, yes, that’s him,” I rushed out. “It’s a long story, but he’s been away at school and I miss him and he’s coming to visit so I need to go get ready.” “I see. Well, if you don’t want him, is he single?” She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. A scowl slid onto my face for a split second. No. Kansas was mine.
