“My sweet—” “Aw, come on, Wyn. Please?” Danny straightened and held out his hand to Chuck. “You want somethin’ to eat?” She slipped her grey fingers into his, and Danny melted. She loped into the room with him. “Thanks,” I said to Wyn, shooting him a big grin. “Real nice of you. We appreciate it.” He snarled as I shoved Moth away from the door, grabbing his hand to pull him further down the walkway. “Fucking camp,” I heard Wyn seethe before the door slammed behind us. “Is she going to be okay?” Moth asked worriedly. “With him?” I waved my free hand. “She’ll be fine. Danny will fuss over her.
