“Maybe some coffee. Black, please.” I’m going to need some caffeine if I have any hope of making it through this day.
She gives me a thumbs up and puts on a fresh pot to brew. When it’s burbling away, she turns back to me, leans against the counter, and grins mischievously.
“Uh-oh,” I say. “I don’t think I like that look you’re giving me.”
Her grin widens. “Sooo… does this distraction of yours have anything to do with the stud muffin I saw leaving your apartment last night?”
Her smile gets wider. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, girl! I saw the guy. He was yummy. And that’s putting it lightly.”
I cringe, my eyes falling down. “It’s not what you think.”
“It was, like, midnight,” she points out. “I think it was exactly what I think.”
She frowns. “Oh, come on, Jessa. It’s not like you’re i
