Will leaned against the bar and crossed one foot over the other, pushing his hair back off his forehead. If I did that, I’d look like I was trying and failing to emulate James Dean. Will made it work, though. “What the hell kind of conversation did I just walk into?”
“Answer the question.”
“Um … well, where’s the consciousness? Is the idea that you’re kissing a Labrador in a girl’s body, and then it turns into its true form? Or is it a girl who just shape-shifts?”
“The first one. It’s actually a Labrador the whole time and it’s like, whaaat, surprise!”
“Yeah, got it. How hot is the girl?”
“How hot is … What is the relevance?”
“Well, if I’m gonna frog-prince a Labrador, I’d better be saving a girl I’d wanna date.”
Anita Lebron cut in here. “Wait, so if it’s not a hot girl, you’d just
