“Oh, wow. You actuallysawhim?”
“No hat. No glasses.”
Spencer chimed in with, “Did you take a picture? You could probably sell it to the tabloids for a lot of money.”
Violet rolled her eyes. “No.”
“Maybe next time.”
“There’s not gonna be a next time.”
“Why?”
“He’s here to check somethin’ out. He’s not stickin’ around.”
“Like for a story?”
Violet shrugged.
Elana flashed a smile. “Is he all you thought he’d be?”
“For the record, I don’t think about Simon Jennings,” she said defensively, earning raised eyebrows from both of her best friends.
Fine. Maybe Violet had mentioned that she had a crush on the guy behind the voice after listening to theHavoc Your Waypodcast. But onlyafterElana, Holly, and Spencer jumped on the bandwagon, now as addicted to it as she was.
Not that she believed in the childish act of laying claim to something that wasn’t yours to claim in the first place, but Violet had called dibs on Simon. Well,technically, Spencer called dibs first, but from what they’d been able to deduce, Simon didn’t swing that way, so Violet won in the end.
However, that was before she realized Pinocchio was a real boy. Now that she’d met Simon, he was no longer a mystery, which meant she was no longer interested.
Mostly.
“He’s … nice.”
Elana sat up. “Oh.”
“Exactly.” And since Violet didn’t donice, there was no reason for them to gab about the guy behind the voice anymore.
The bells over the door jingled, causing all three of them to pause to say, “Howdy!” without bothering to look up. She had no idea why everyone did it. They just did.
Violet busied herself by eating, stabbing pickles, dragging them through the ranch dressing, then shoving them in her mouth.
Spencer elbowed her in the arm. “Have you ever consideredtryingnice on for size?”
“No,” she said around a mouthful. “Naw ma thin.”
“Not your thing?” Elana translated, sipping her drink.
Violet touched her nose and nodded as she shoved another pickle in her mouth.
“Maybe it could be,” Spencer mused.
Violet shook her head.
Elana held her stare. “Is he hot?”
Reluctantly, she nodded. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was. In a very nice-hot kinda way, at least.
But since she didn’tdonice, it didn’t really matter.
