“I hope when you say helping him, it’s to your bed, because if not, then you, Leni, are a wasteful girl, and you know how Grammy Ruby felt about that.” An incredulous snort sneaks out of me, and I roll my eyes. “Grammy Ruby was talking about us eating our vegetables, not getting freaky with every pretty face that crosses our paths.” “Was she though?” Tad counters with a wag of his eyebrows. “Trust me, he’s not my type,” I argue. “What? You’re not into drop-dead gorgeous half-giants with a hero complex and lips that could steal your soul? Unless...does he play for my team? I wasn’t picking up
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