She rolls her eyes, amused. “Okay smartass. So, he’s someone we don’t know personally but we knowofhim?”
“Yes.”
“Is he famous?”
“Yes.”
“Is he a movie star?”
“No.”
“T.V. star?”
“No.”
“So not an actor at all?”
“Nope.”
“A model?”
“Could be.”
“So, he’s hot?”
My cheeks pinken and my eyes bulge as I nod. “Hot is an understatement.”
Layken mirrors my expression. “Wow! Really?”
“Really!”
“Okay so he’s not an actor. He’s hot enough to be a model. Does he sing?”
I shrug. “Not what he’s known for.”
“You’re really bad at twenty-questions, you know that?”
“Sorry! I can’t stick to just yes or no answers!”
“It’s okay. So, if he’s not an actor and not a singer and most likely not a model then he has to be…” She rubs her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “An athlete?”
My smile says it all and she gasps. “OH MY GOD you lucky bitch! Is it baseball?”
I shake my head.
“Football?”
Shake again.
“Soccer?”
“Not soccer.”
Her brows furrow. “Golf?”
“Nope.”
“Tennis?”