“I know this is weird,” I tell Darby. “Literally the weirdest thing ever.” “But I just needed a chick’s perspective on something.” She flops down at the kitchen table, eyes alight with curiosity. “On what?” “It’s, ah, a woman problem.” “You called me here to talk about your love life?” she shrieks. Then she lets out a calming breath and speaks in a reverent voice. “This. Is the greatest day of my life.” “It has to stay between us,” I warn. “Luke Ryder has a girlfriend.”
