“He pulled out the old buckaroo and whirl.” “What the hell is that?” Darcy demanded. Geraldine smirked and I could tell that whatever the fuck it was had been pretty damn good. “Are you going to see him again?” Sofia asked with a grin. For a moment, Geraldine’s gaze darkened with the memory of the banana drama she’d shared with the Water Heir, but she shook her head dismissively. “I wrangled that cheeky chappy,” she said slowly. “And I’ve put Lady Petunia back in her cage. She doesn’t need another bite of that apple.”
