“What?” He looks up. “No. No! That’s not what I . . . I’m trying to tell you I love you, you sod.” My heart takes a wild vault. “You . . . what?” “Dammit.” Percy tips his face to the sky with a moan. “I’ve had this whole speech worked out in my head—I’ve been planning it for weeks, waiting for a moment on our own—” “Oh no, did I wreck it?” “You completely wrecked it.” “I’m sorry!” “And it was so good!” “I’m so sorry!” “Couldn’t keep your fat gob shut for two minutes. Dear Lord.” “Well, that was a rubbish way to start it! I thought you were angling in the other direction and I panicked.” “Yes,
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