“It’s a mutual thing. Neither of us want anything serious.” Conor looks at Tweetie, and they both laugh. “What?” I glare at them. “I guarantee she’s hoping you’ll change your mind. She’s probably playing hard to get to keep you chasing. She thinks she can change your mind eventually.” Conor shakes his head. “She’s not like that. She’s different. Not a puck bunny.” I argue in her defense because to me, she is different. So different from any woman before her.
