“Yeah.” Wolf’s voice boomed above them, and Zoe and Saint looked up. “Yeah, I did. Liked her about five minutes after I first laid eyes on her.”
“Because she was cute?” Saint winked at her. “Pigtails and skinned knees in a gingham dress?”
“Nah.” Wolf shook his dark head, took his seat again. “Hell, man, she was tall and skinny and gawky, and was wearin’ s**t-brown cords and a mustard-yellow t-shirt. And she had the worst fuckin' haircut I’d ever seen anywhere, except on her kid sister. I think Hailey’s was worse.”
Zoe laughed, even though she felt the usual pang of hurt in her chest at hearing her sister’s name spoken aloud, as if someone had just stuck a hot needle through her heart. “All true. My Mom thought bowl cuts on kids were adorable, and she did them herself. Cut her own hair t
