Charlie grins at me knowingly. “Wish you were ridin’?” I grin back. I swear my brother can read my mind sometimes. “Sittin’ it out feels strange as hell.” A flash of caramel catches my eye, and I turn. I wouldn’t miss her in a crowd. Especially now. A gasp goes up among the reporters. They and their cameras rush Fallon as she steps into the designated interview area. For a brief second, I see her hard-shell crack when she spies a cluster of little girls watching her from behind a barrier. She sticks out her tongue and wiggles her fingers at them. Then she gets down to business.
