Mariah

The sun was too damn bright for how early it was, but at least Jessa was practically glowing in it.

She climbed into my car, hair brushed, lip gloss on, and that little smile tugging at her mouth that she tried — and failed — to hide.

I buckled up, glanced over at her, and grinned. “Alright. You’re smiling way too much for a Monday. Spill it.”

Jessa blinked innocently. “Spill what?”

I gave her a look. “Oh, don’t you dare. You know exactly what.”

She ...