Tessa was pacing anxiously, her mind racing a mile a minute.

"Next time you see him, you should..no, wait, you must casually mention that I love fresh apples. Not red ones. Green ones. Sharp, sour, crisp. Got it?"

I raised a brow. "That's your plan? Apples?"

"Yes! It makes me sound mysterious but approachable."

She twirled her brush like a wand. "Trust me, boys love little details. It gives them excuses to bring you things."

I groaned and flopped backward on my ...