CHAPTER SEVENHailee
Alison looked at Hailee with big eyes and a gaping mouth. “Why did you give Kurt your number?”
“I didn’t know how he’d react if I said no, and I just wanted to get out of there fast. I have no intention of going out with Kurt; you know he’s not my type. He’s way too just stepped out of a catalog for me. There’s no edge to him, or that frat-boy friend of his. Speaking of my type, why would you set me up with someone like frat-boy?”
Alison shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought it would be fun.” Alison finished rinsing off a German Shepherd.
“It wasn’t.” Hailee turned off her water and quickly grabbed a towel before the Basset Hound she was washing had a chance to shake off all over her.
“No, not really. But you weren’t trying.”
“I didn’t realize my birthday celebration
