“Hattie likes to go to you, but Betsy is my girl. Right, Betsy?” I chucked her under the chin with my free hand and she giggled. “You’ve got good taste, huh? You know which Brooks is best.” She suddenly threw her arms wide and dove toward Quinn. “Whoa!” Quinn caught her as she swooped toward him. Yeah, Betsy had good taste. I’d swoon for Quinn too if Jess weren’t watching so intently.
