“Chet!” I set my jaw and kept moving. “Pynch!” Reluctantly, I slowed a half step as Mark jogged into view and fell into step alongside me. “I tried to get her to let me switch teams, but she won’t.” “The Farrow charm didn’t work on her? Guess she’s allergic to bullshit.” I thought I caught a flash of anger or hurt in his eyes. I couldn’t tell which, and I didn’t give a shit anyway. You do. You always have.
