Her eyes drift down to where my fingers are still on her wrist, and she clears her throat. “You’re crazy, Lane. I mean… There’s no way this can happen. Absolutely not. You’re like… you. And I’m me. We’re oil and water. You’re like a baseball god, and I’m just quirky, weird, extremely inexperienced Hallie Jo. No. This is insane. Just pretend that this never happened.”
