Falling for the bad girl
“You’ll like him! Just—be yourself. I mean, you can spare them your comedic charms, but maybe save your Ferris wheel pickup lines for later?”
At that moment, her mom appeared from the kitchen, rolling out cookies on the countertop. “Lucy! Are you home?” She looked up and immediately spotted me, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Oh, you must be Cole! Lucy mentioned you!”
The informal greeting relaxed me somewhat, and then I spotted Jones entering the room—a tall, easygoing guy with an inviting grin. “Hey, you must be the infamous Cole! The one who’s got our Lucy all fluttery,” Jones joked, extending his hand, a friendly gleam in his eye.
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