“Sorry,” she says. “I just wanted to let you know I’m sitting here.” She points at a chair in the front row. A gray folder with the Appies’ blue and black logo stamped on the cover is resting on top of the seat. “Since there aren’t signs or anything, I didn’t want you to inadvertently steal my seat.” Her blue eyes blaze, and her lips lift into a smirk that sends a bolt of heat coursing through me.
