My throat dries up. I feel my spine stiffen. Oh fuck. “What?” Jessie steps closer to me. “What just happened?” I love her. I lift my hand and rub it against my chest. “Are you having a heart attack? Oh my god!” Jessie reaches into her apron like she’s going for her phone. “I’m not having a heart attack.” My voice is a little croaky. “You sure?” It feels like I am. But it’s not a heart attack. It’s fucking love.
