“Everything I dream turns to shit,” Hennessy said. Ronan looked at her, brows furrowed. His mouth was working like he very much disagreed but he couldn’t quite work out how to mount a counterargument. She didn’t think he could do it. He said, “Like Jordan?” He could. Because of course Jordan was good. Better than Hennessy. The best of all the girls. Hennessy’s best friend.
