CHAPTER 13
Zoey was at a loss for words. She’d been relieved when no one had mentioned the blind date at dinner—she’d wrongly assumed they’d known nothing about it.
Dex froze but soon quickly regained his composure. “I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he said as he leaned against the wall, his hands in his jeans’ pockets.
“How did you find out?” Zoey asked.
“Miss Prissy called and told me all about it,” Becca said.
“That woman and her big mouth,” Dex murmured.
Zoey hid her smile. Those were Zoey’s same thoughts, though in more appropriate words. Miss Prissy was a sweet woman, but her mouth ran faster than an express train. It seemed her reputation was well-earned.
“What did you say?” Becca asked.
“Nothing,” Dex replied.
“So is it bygones now between you two?” Becca asked, looking
