She hovers over her pawn, then drops her hand, staring at the board. “I’m pissed. You’re perturbed. But that doesn’t solve our problem. My sister’s so hell-bent on me dating again, she swindled me into going on a date.” “Same with Jean-Claude.” Turning over the situation, I sip my tea. “What a maddening irony that we won’t be safe from their pressure to date until we’re dating again—” “Oh my God.” Bea’s eyes widen. “That’s it, you genius.”
