“When did you get so annoying?” Cohen asks. “Always have been.” Farrah winks and gestures toward the living room. “Go on, tell her you were being bitchy.” Ignoring her, Cohen comes closer and sits on the couch across from me. Hope springs in my chest at just the sight of him. “Hey,” he says. “Hi.” “Bor-ing!” Farrah shouts, cupping her mouth. “Want to go for a walk?” Declan asks Farrah, taking her hand and pulling her off her stool. “No, I don’t,” she insists as Declan strong-arms her toward the door. “Unhand me. Luna, help, help! He has me in his grasp.”
