Just maybe? Not yes?” he asked, smiling entirely too much; he knew something or heard something. “You boys gossip just as much as girls do.” I tossed one of the shoes at him. He chuckled, catching it against his chest. “Come on, Ally, I sent the guy over to you,” he pointed out. “I should get some details.” I sighed, he was right. If I had sent a girl over to meet him, I’d want details too.
