“Um, you don’t have five dollars, Juni Bee.” She took Jud’s hand. “Who needs money when you gots a motorcycle man.” My heart panged, and my attention whipped up to Jud’s face. Jud who looked like he was stricken. He pressed his free hand to his chest, then he grinned at me, so soft, so tender, riddled with affection. “Seems I got stung by a little bee.” Lightheadedness swept through my head. A wave of joy and hope.
