“You’re such a smartass,” she blurts out before clamping her lips shut and glancing guiltily at everyone watching on the porch. Poppy’s the one to reply. “Don’t look so guilty. You’re not wrong. He is a smartass.” “Worse than that sometimes,” Garrison adds. I turn to him and lift my hand in a silent question. What happened to loyalty? He’ll be hearing about this later.
