“Talk to me.” “I have a problem.” Worry frames her eyes, and she nods. “Okay, what kind of problem?” I squinch my nose. “A tall, tan, tasty-looking one...” Bianca blinks, and then she blinks again. And then she laughs, falling back onto her back and reaching out to yank me with her. “Oh my god, you little bitch, you scared me!”
