“The difference between infatuation and soul-deep, unadulterated attraction,” I replied with authority. Poppy’s eyes shot to the bar below, then back to mine. “How do you know the difference?” she asked curiously. “Simple,” I answered. “One makes your heart go pitter-patter.” “And the other?” she questioned on the heel of my answer. “Your heart doesn’t go pitter-patter. It stampedes like a wild mustang, never to be tamed.”
