I've either fallen into a case of extremely bad luck or Spencer is the absolute worst at dating. Is there a test to determine if someone has bad luck? If I search the Internet long enough, I bet I'll find something. You can find everything on the Internet.
"I really appreciate you coming along," he says from somewhere on his side of the truck.
I tilt my head back and forth to try and get a clear view of his face before I answer, but Frankie's head fills the space, so it's no use. "Of course."
"This is probably not what you had in mind when I asked you for a date."
"Not exactly, no." I'm willing to bet money no girl in the history of the world would have imagined this scenario.
Frankie leans over and with her big, wet, prickly tongue, licks all the way up my cheek.
"Frankie."
I wipe
