Fully aware that she was losing the argument from sheer absurdity, Maddy crossed her arms under her breasts and lifted her chin, determined to go down fighting. “You take that back right this minute! Refusing to have anything to do with another man named Billy does not
make me a chicken.”
Eve Gregor—her supposedly very best friend—rolled her eyes. “I’m not implying you’re a chicken, he is. And his name is William
.” She suddenly shot Maddy an eager grin. “But I’ll give you a manicure if you come over to supper tonight and call him...