Caroline arches an eyebrow at her. “My family loves you. My mom would put me up for adoption and take you in, if she could get away with it.” She loves the light laugh Hannah lets out. “Yeah, I think thirty-four was the cut off. She just missed it.” “Too bad she’s stuck with me.” “Yeah. Would hate to be stuck with you,” Hannah murmurs, holding her gaze as they stand on the porch. Before she breaks the eye contact a second later, shaking her head.
