Chapter Eighteen
Jeanine stared at Isabella, eyes like saucers. "Don't you dare tell me that nothing's going on between the two of you."
Isabella shrugged, face flaming. "He just came over for breakfast, that's all." Her voice sounded as high as a Disney princess's.
Jeanine snorted. "In his shorts?" She shook her head. "To have you for breakfast is more like it."
"I swear," Isabella protested with a half-laugh. She was a shitty liar, but ever since she'd French kissed Johnny Benoit behind the firehouse in the sixth grade and had made the mistake of confessing to Nikki Pope who broadcast it all over the school, she'd kept her mouth shut about her… personal activities. Permanently.
Jeanine pointed a finger at her as she stepped up to the stove. "You are such a liar. He tried to hide a h
