I can’t help but smile. “That’s what he says,” I tell her. “But he was being a Grade-A jerk to that lady. I mean, she did rear-end him, and apparently she was on her phone. But he was really giving it to her. Like a redheaded stepchild, you know?”
“Oh,” Quinny says, pouring more wine. “My heart bleeds for this road-texting angel.”
“Yeah!” Zora cries. “Who gives a s**t? Listen, I haven’t seen your face light up like that since you graduated from EMT school. You’re into him, Dani.”
I shake my head. “I don’t have the time to be into anyone,” I tell her. “I work more than I sleep and I’ve got Wyatt to worry about. Getting involved on a serious level isn’t an option.”
“Okay, number one: who said serious?” Zora points out. “And number two: Wyatt’s a grown-ass man, last time I checked.”
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