Hadley’s brow furrows as she looks Sydney up and down. “Did you know he’s my best friend and he thinks I’m the best.” “He is? Well, he’s a lucky guy,” Sydney’s voice is light and playful. “I wish I had a best friend like you, but . . . he got you first.” She nods once. “He did. And he calls me Squirt.” Sydney’s smile grows. “You have a nickname from him?” “I do.”
