The warmth that spread through Libby’s chest should’ve been getting familiar, but it still quickened her pulse. Libby: So . . . are you inviting me or what?? Reagan: Ms. Elisabeth Cassanova, would you like to come to my studio tomorrow afternoon? Libby: I thought you’d never ask! By the way . . . how did we meet? At one of your art shows? Or maybe I came to take a class? Reagan: And what . . . did we fall in love over a pottery wheel like in Ghost? Libby: Have you ever actually watched that movie?? That’s so not what that pottery scene is about lol.
