Chapter 168

Allison's POV

I glared at Jessy, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, a mixture of annoyance and the lingering mortification from Harry’s very public scramble.

She had that look on her face—the one that meant maximum mischief was about to ensue.

“Oh, Allison,” Jessy drawled, finally taking a bite of her chip and chewing loudly. “That was a very cute scene.

All that whispering, that eye contact, the dramatic risk-taking.”

She paused for effect, grinning widely. ...