Page 22 of The Spider Queen
“And he didn’t freak.”
“He didn’t freak,” I repeated with a nod.
“Impressive.”
I shrugged.
“He’s so into you,” she said.
“Maybe.”
“Poppy, he brought you a breakfast sandwich—”
“How did—”
“Jonah.”
“Ah.”
“What happened when you guys left the party?”
“He took me to this bar that has a junk store in the back.”
“What’s it called?”
“No idea. It didn’t have a sign from what I could tell.”
“You have to take me there.”
“I will.”
Our food arrived. Anita handed over the money while I got us plates and cutlery. We spread everything out onto the coffee table and dove in.
“So Hunter,” she began.
“What about Hunter?”
“Are you going to give him a chance?”
I took a moment to chew a bite of beef and broccoli. “I don’t know. I like him. He’s easy to be around.”
“Then start there,” she suggested. “No pressure.”
“There’s always pressure.”
“Because you make it that way.” She smiled to take the sting out of her assessment. “Doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is—whatever that is.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Have you kissed him yet?”
“Sorta.”
She snorted in humor. “How do you ‘sorta’ kiss someone?”
“I mean he kissed me, but it was quick and then over.”
“You sound disappointed.”
