Bonnie hummed to herself as she readied herself for a weekend breakfast with Michelle and Cheryl. They’d promised to order more than fruit smoothies at the diner where they were meeting at nine. Somehow Cheryl had noticed an extra bounce in Bonnie’s step—or Michelle had told her about the shenanigans with Sam.
Not that Bonnie had kissed and told. But Michelle had taken one look at her on Wednesday morning and said, “You kissed Sam Buttars, didn’t you?” as if Bonnie wore a sign announcing it on her forehead.
Since then, the three had been talking about the next step Bonnie needed to take. She didn’t like this wobbly feeling, like she was teetering on too-tall heels. She grabbed her purse and planted a kiss on Boyfriend’s head. “I’ll be back in a little while, okay? And then we’re going to
