“I don’t think there is a guy out there who can handle all my awesome.” The guy behind her honked, and she sucked in a breath of irritation.
“Then tell her you need two.” She had to be kidding.
“Har. Har. Listen I need to go. I’m pulling in. Thanks for calling.” Another horn honked. The guy swerved around her. Residential streets were not speedways.
“Promise you will call?” Juniper pleaded. It was never easy to say no to her friend.
“Only if you do.”
“Done.”
Pulling into her driveway, Gina thought longingly of what it might be like to go out with a nice guy, one who wasn’t into her for her money, her fame…or because he thought a jaguar shifter might be a fun kink.
“Do you think she can find someone who doesn’t know who I am?”
“Probably. You’ll have to call her and see.”
So she did.