“He did what?” Maggie asked through her laughter.
“Kissed me. Jeez, what is it with the guys at our school? Is everyone frickin’ gay?”
“Oh, God.” Maggie pulled a scatter cushion from the sofa and bent forward, laughter bubbling forth. “You really are a fag stag.”
JJ paced Maggie’s living room. “I’m gonna get T-shirts printed with JJ IS NOT GAY in big bold capitals across the front.”
Maggie shook her head. “Oh, God. It could only happen to you.”
“If you get any more matchmaking ideas,” JJ stopped pacing, turned to face Maggie, and put his fists on his hips, “keep ’em to yourself. I’m through sticking my nose into other people’s love lives.”
Maggie stopped laughing. “It was actually your idea if you remember.”
“Yeah,” JJ eventually conceded, “but I’d kinda changed my mind and wouldn’t
