I might be a bit”—I held my fingers a sliver apart—“stubborn.” “A bit?” “A lot.” Frawley smothered a second smile. “I noticed. Me too.” “I noticed. Can we make this work?” She held out a fist. “Partners?” I rapped her knuckles, an action that had always made me feel more silly than part of the gang, but I didn’t care. “Partners.”
