“I love how it feels,” she said, her voice wispy. “I almost don’t want to wear it. He won’t have patience for the buttons, and it’ll end up in shreds on our bedroom floor.” Banks laughed, and I snorted. How does someone so soft and gentle fall in love with Damon Torrance, for crying out loud. But . . . I guess after seeing him completely under her spell in the train kitchen, she was exactly his type.
