CHAPTER 3: THE REAL YOUSHAQUANNA DIDN’T EVEN LET ME get in the door good the next day before she was on me, hounding me for the details about my date with Daniel.
“So?”
“So what?”
She frowned. “Don’t play dumb with me, Regan Masters. I told you I wanted details. And you didn’t even call me. So spill it. What happened?”
“It was late when I got in,” I explained. I knew that wasn’t going to be enough to placate Quanna. I told her about my date last night while we set up for the day’s business. I left out certain details about our conversations and my observation of Daniel’s interest. Or lack thereof. She didn’t need to know all that.
She waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Forget all that. What I want to know is if he tried to kiss you? Did he try to make a move on you?”
