“It’s crazy, right?” Jake says. “That we’ve never met? I remember when Coop first showed me your picture. I said—” “‘Coop, I have to tell you, man, I’m in love with your little sister,’” Coop supplies. Mallory presses the soles of her flip-flops into the dock. He’s just teasing her. “Oh, really?” she deadpans. “You said that?”
