Betty's POV. 

After our night shift, Megan caught up with me by the lockers, that playful smirk already tugging at her lips.“So,” he is actually into you.”

I nearly choked on my own breath. “What? Megan, no, he was just asking about something!” I protested, fumbling with my bag to avoid her knowing grin.

She tilted her head, eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, sure. Because men with voices like that call emergency meetings to discuss mops and floor wax.”

I groaned, swatting at ...