“Doesn’t it?” Henry grimaces from the side.
Roll my eyes at both of them.
“Well,” Holden tilts his head at her as he backs away, “call me if it doesn’t work out.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“It’ll work out, mate,” I call after him before giving her a look.
She stares up at me, a bit defiant and beautiful. “How do you know?”
I give her a look, squint a bit. “We’re in the stars, Parks.”