I glare at him. “Excuse me for not taking life advice from a man who shouts obscenities at Vanna White for a hobby. And for the record, if it wasn’t for him having all that money, everyone would agree he should be in jail for stalking.”
“The money and the face. And the body too,” says Dani, as if that’s at all helpful.
This is when I remember all the nice things I said to him about his character, and wish I could go back in time and punch myself in the nose.
Dani’s house phone rings. She goes into the kitchen to answer it. When she turns and looks at me with wide eyes, I know who it is.
“I’m not here!” I sit upright, dislodging the bag of Doritos so it falls to the floor and sprays chips everywhere. The washcloth falls off my forehead and lands on top of the chips.
“Uh, she’s not here
