Morgan said as soon as we hopped into her car. “Huh?” I buckled up, refusing to look at her. I didn’t want her to see my searing disappointment. Leo so wasn’t interested in me. I mean, yeah, he thought I looked pretty tonight, but even if he did like me, he wasn’t after anything. He had bigger dreams to pursue. I’d been a total fool to even let myself daydream. “No one ever calls you Jo.” Morgan pulled away from the curb. I shrugged. “He does.” “You like it, don’t you?” I sighed, leaning my head back and totally forgetting it was pinned up. I winced and moved forward again, fingering the do and hoping I hadn’t dislodged any pins. “I like that he calls me something different. It’s nice to be in a completely different world. He doesn’t look at me as though I’m screwing up my life. He treats me with respect.” Morgan changed gears, her expression folding as if she was about to cry.
