“And to think,” Fallon went on, oblivious as he so often was, “that Cherry said Darcy is even prettier than she is!” “She isn’t.” Fallon ignored that. “Do you know what freckles are?” “No,” I grunted. “Stop asking me questions before I push you off your saddle.” I needed him gone. Now. So I could be alone with Cherry and maybe do that hug thing again. Uninterrupted this time.
