“Whoops,” I said.
Katie just smacked me upside the back of the head. “Maybe if he hadn’t opened by cruising you, you could have kept your mouth shut.”
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful,” I scolded her, turning away from the window.
“And don’t fret,” I counseled, returning to the back of the store and my coffee. “I haven’t had a chance to hang out with Chris in a while, so I invited him to our softball game this afternoon. If he comes, I’ll get the scoop from him then.” 14