earlier because those are dry-clean only.” “Your purse is in my truck now,” he grunts. “I stole it off of you while you were busy watchin’ Cody and Trey tinkle at the piano. It’s how I got the jock.” I glare at him. “It isn’t a purse.” “Fits like a glove, by the way. This pink lil’ jock.” “Lovely. You look like a Jock Princess in it.” I splash water at his face with frustration. He barely flinches, giving me a cocky grin in response. “Ugh! I don’t know whether to
