Diego said, as if Amy Jo had called him a bastard. The look on his face was almost worth the convoluted but amazingly coherent story the girl had told.Bella jumped in before the girl could go off on another long-winded explanation. She held up one hand and both the girl and Diego turned to her.“I get the curse part, Amy Jo. Tell me why you think I can lift it.”“Okay, so here’s the deal.” The woman shifted as if trying to get comfortable. “Do you think maybe you could sit me up or something? I’m kinda getting a crick in my neck from looking up at y’all.”Diego leaned back and crossed his arms. “Are you really this stupid or do you have to work at it?”Amy Jo’s eyes narrowed down to slits, managing to look down her nose at him even though she had to look up at him.Bella figured Diego deserved whatever the girl threw at him.“For your information,” Amy Jo said, “I have a master’s degree in information and library science from the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill.
