“Knock, Knock, ghost b***h!” Jonas said as he opened my front door and walked right in.
“Hey, was that really necessary? What do you mean by ghost?” I questioned as I entered the living room, finishing my messy bun and looking for my knee boots.
“You have been conspicuously out of touch for the last couple of days,” Jonas whined.
“First, don’t whine, Jonas, it isn't manly. Second, I don't spend all my spare time with you anyway, so what is your damage, Louise?” I replied, making Jonas roll his eyes.
“Well, biotch, inquiring minds want to know what’s up with you riding Kolt to the packhouse?” Jonas asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“What are you, my mother, or jealous?” I replied with as much snark as possible.
“You know it isn’t like that. Frankie just doesn’t do it for me. But I ca
