“Eight o’clock, you said. Here I am, Toni.”
“Oh, God, well now we can’t go out. You’re too gorgeous to be seen with me.”
She gapes at him for a second. ” … I fucking /knew/ you would have an excuse. I knew this would happen.”
“Wait, what?” Toni questions, brow furrowing a bit. “No, sweetheart, that was a joke.”
The breath rushes out of her in a whoosh. It doesn’t help the way her stomach is turning over, especially now, and she’s so closed up and tense there’s no way she could have known without him saying.
” … Toni, for fuck’s sake.” Summer leans her forehead on his shoulder.