“You knew when you were that young?” “What? That I was into the ladies?” Reagan wiggled her eyebrows. “Yeah. I figured it out when I kept begging my parents to rent Mr. and Mrs. Smith for me. One fine day, I realized it wasn’t for Brad Pitt.” After a brief pause, Reagan countered with her own question. “When did you know?” “Oh, I’m not —” She cut herself off before sounding rude. “I’ve never dated a woman.” Reagan smirked but didn’t comment. Libby was curious about what was happening behind the woman’s brilliant brown eyes. They seemed to bore straight to the center of her.
