I’m like one of those Smokey the Bear National Park signs that saysFire Danger Today: Extreme...and even more so since Shonda in the Blancbourg salon cleaned up Declan’s beard.
Etta Jo sends back a laughing emoji and then a heart-eyed emoji. When I still don’t reply, mostly because I’m not sure what to say, she texts again.
Etta Jo: I bet you also have a list of things that you like about him—your swoon list.
I don’t. Not really. Okay, maybe, but it’s not like I’d write it down. Fine. I do.
That he’s a reliable friend
His sense of humor and ability to have a good time and make me smile...and laugh
That he’s confident but not truly arrogant
The way he looks at me with those soft brown eyes
His hoodie scent, which I can only define as home
The rippling muscles covered in tattoos that give him a bad-boy look
But he’s a really good guy
He followed his dreams and found success
Nope. Not a thing.
Etta Jo: If you and Giselle get a football player, you need to hook me up, too. Okay?
