memory where I’m going. Joker’s already waiting in her pen when we stop in front of it. She whinnies and gives her head a shake before moving toward us. “I haven’t properly introduced you two yet, but this is Joker, Rory. She’s my girl,” I say, introducing them before cutting a look at Joker. “Be nice, yeah? Don’t embarrass me.” “You’d embarrass yourself before she would,” Rory teases, standing beside me, her hand finding my back again.
