Angela ran her fingers through the long blonde curls again. Maybe it was time to schedule a haircut. For a second, she considered getting the scissors but realized that way lay madness. If she snipped one lock crooked, she'd have to cut another and another…
She couldn't stop thinking.
Her mother looked at her across the kitchen table. "I don't want to interfere, but—"
Angela resisted the urge to groan. She'd heard those words a thousand times before.
And not once had it turned out well.
It'd been impossible to avoid telling Mary-Ann about her dinner date. If she hadn't been living at home, there might have been a chance, but as soon as Angela announced she was going out for dinner…
Yeah. That.
"You heading out tonight with Hunter is bound to set Jake off, wondering if he's got a cha
