I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine
I cut in, my voice steadier than I felt, “what do you want?”
He hesitated.
That hesitation told me everything.
“I heard things,” he said finally.
My stomach dropped. “What things?”
He looked uncomfortable now. “About Frank.”
Of course.
“What about him?” I asked.
Danny’s gaze sharpened. “Is he playing you?”
I stared at him, disbelief rushing in hot and fast. “Excuse me?”
“He’s got a reputation,” Danny said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You know that. He doesn’t do anything serious. He doesn’t stick around.”