I thought I’d try it the old-fashioned way.” “Any luck?” He sent her a weary glance. “Do I look lucky?” “Take a break for a minute.” Her fingers hit something in her pocket. She pulled it out. “Look. I have a sucking candy. It’s yours.” He eyed it. Then shrugged and took it. “How long’s it been in there?” “It can’t have been long. Summerset’s always bitching about stuff I leave in my pockets. They’re my pockets. Plus it’s wrapped, isn’t it?” He unwrapped it, popped it in his mouth.
