“Tall, dark, and sexy is every woman’s type,” Lacy said, grinning again. “So he’s out for real, but at least we can fantasize about him.” She picked up her backpack.
“He’s too intense for me,” Kat admitted.
“‘Intense’? What happened? And don’t think about not telling me everything, because if you don’t, I won’t tell you what I heard when I was in your favorite bookstore.”
“G. David?” The place was Kat’s private refuge from the world. They sold all sorts of used books, including rare and antiquarian tomes. She’d spent many an afternoon there sighing over the more expensive editions.
“Yes. You talk, then I will,” Lacy said.
There was nothing like friendship blackmail to make her talk, and Lacy had it down to an art form. Kat would have to tell her about the kiss.
“Okay, fine. When Tris
