But the grin on Regan’s face wasn’t joking or teasing. If anything, it was a little sheepish. “Maps. I like to draw them.” Emma frowned. “Like… of New York? The subway? The country?” “Of made-up countries,” Regan corrected, staring at Emma incredulously. “The subway?” Emma mirrored her expression. “How are made-up countries less wild than the subway?” “Who do you know that draws subway maps?” “I don’t know anyone that draws maps at all,” Emma countered, then paused as she slid her gaze to Regan. “Well, I didn’t think I did, anyway.
