Jessie flushed. Hard. His cheeks went a blotchy pink, and his jaw clenched so tight I could practically hear his molars cracking.
“Oh, and what—you are? Because you think you can just waltz into town, flash some dimples, and claim her like you’re picking a damn donut?”
I gasped, hand to heart. “Did he just call you a donut?”
Rett nodded solemnly. “If she was donut she’s be the most tastseful one, glazed and desirable.”
Pauline coughed into her hand, clearly trying not to laugh. Jessie did not appreciate the moment.
“I’m serious!” he snapped, voice rising in pitch. “I know her! I’ve known her forever. We went to school together. I’ve helped her family fix their car. I brought her mom soup when she was sick. I cleared snow off their damn porch during that storm last winter!”
“Ohhh,” I
