“We could keep it our little secret—kind of like you and this sweet side of yours. You show everyone your tough exterior, but I’m starting to see what’s underneath.” “What are you talking about?” “Signing an autograph. Calling Lydia a fire girl—which she is. She’s eight and an absolute hellion. Asking about my arena tour with Rachel. You’re nice, Hartwell, and I’m not sure what to do with that information.”
