“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Bishop looks like he’d worship the ground you walk on. He’s like so giddy every time you’re around.” “Giddy?” I ask with a grin. “Hands down.” “Talking about giddy, stop laughing at Elijah’s jokes,” I warn. Her face immediately turns red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Right,” I say. I’m glad to have her smiling again, but my mind is wrapped around the bus. What the absolute hell was that?
