“I’ll go talk to her and see what I can do,” Whitney interjected and Jack chuckled when she rolled her eyes. Unlike Tracy, Whitney wasn’t the jealous type, having found her mate in Mason three years ago. As she walked across the yard, her long, black ponytail swished from side to side.
“You’re a lucky man,” Jack said, nudging Mason.
Jesse hurried down the street as Steve and Lori walked out her front door. It had been two years since she last saw him, and although he still wore the same spiked hairstyle, he had grown out of the gawky-boy stage and looked pretty frickin’ fabulous. She skipped up the sidewalk and took a seat on the edge of the porch, grinning when he winked. What a charmer.
“It’s almost dark, are you sure you don’t need a ride?” Steve dangled his keys in front of Lori’s face, but instead of grabbing for the keys, she pulled him down to her level and whispered in his ear.
Jesse’s suspicions grew when Steve glanced her way before strutting down the sidewalk as he ran his fingers through his brown hair. With a grin, he climbed into the driver’s seat of the patina-brown pickup and closed the door. “If you ever decide to dump him, let me know. I’ll take your sloppy seconds.”