“Hallie.” “Yes, beastie.” She smiles at us, her eyes glassy. “Can we have more? Please.” She laughs, her shoulders shaking. “Yes. But I need a year before I even think about doing that again.” “I can wait.” I wink. “Bertie’s going to love chasing him around.” “Yeah. They’re going to be a handful. I bet you were as a kid. You’ve got that cheeky look about you, Conan.”
