Dottie appears at my elbow. “I think you’re supposed to follow him.” “I’ll hip-check you again if you don’t,” Bee says. I glare at her. “Did you do that on purpose?” Knitting her brows together, she shrugs. “No?” “Bee—” “What? I saw him checking you out. He’s hot. You’re hot. I could tell he wanted to say hi, so I did y’all a solid and broke the ice. Remember, the more frogs you kiss—” “Right.” My heart skips several beats.
