“Well, I am also pretty confident that I’ve got your number,” Jake told her, glancing at her again. Could eyes dance? Because his baby-blues appeared to be dancing. At minimum, they were annoyingly sparkly. “Please,” Molly scoffed. “You don’t know… — Kristen Casey Copy Share Image
“How’d you get in there?” “She thinks I’m the shit,” Jake told him, grinning back. Coert kept handing him crap. “So you’ve brainwashed her.” — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
