KIM POSSIBLE
Make no mistake, I was fully intending on demanding a chauffeur.
That isn’t why I was asking.
The corners of my lips curl up, intrigued.
ME
Why were you asking?
KIM POSSIBLE
A spy never reveals her secrets.
ME
You’re no fun!
KIM POSSIBLE
Are you kidding?
I’m practically a walking circus.
ME
That we can agree on.
KIM POSSIBLE
Oh fuck you.
ME
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I’ll be there in 30.
By the time we’re stepping out of The Puget Diner, my stomach is packed full of biscuits and gravy, and Darcy’s of some strange, banana oat “pancakes” that were hard enough to double as a puck.
I know I’ve said it a thousand times, but she’s truly stunning.
The off-white turtleneck underneath her brown plaid pinafore fits her perfectly snug. Not like Harlowe’s sweatshirt, but like mine. Okay, maybebetterthan mine. Matching off-white socks hug her long, pale legs, and on top of them, brown boots sit just under her knees. Darcy’s never shown her knees in public. At least, not that I’ve seen. I think she’s self-consciousabout the redness in her skin, but I don’t know how anyone could look at her and see anything other than perfection.
Next to her, in baggy gray pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a black tee I jacked from Avery’s room before leaving home, we probably look like day and night. Which makes sense because being with her feels like the sky, the moment it softens between the two.
I pull my keys from my pocket, holding them out toward my car parked by the meters. But when I glance over my shoulder, Darcy’s still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at me. My brows furrow, and I turn to face her, confused.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “We parked this way.”
Darcy waves her hand, a smile tugging at her lips. She clears her throat, then says, “Follow me.”
“Why?” I ask suspiciously, not yet moving. She rolls her eyes, hobbling over to me, wrapping a white glove around my wrist and tugging.
“Will you just listen for once?” she huffs, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. I flick a brow, pressing a hand to my chest.
“I’m sorry, canIlisten for once?”
