“Bee.” My hand twitches on my thigh, but I stop myself from reaching for her. “Ask me.” “Um, when you started dancing, were you ever worried about what people would say?” Huh. Not what I was expecting. And from the way she’s chewing on her lip, I’m pretty damn sure she’s not asking the question she really wants the answer to. “I didn’t care what anyone said about stripping except my mom, and she came around.”
