Allen’s face grew somber. “I think there’s something I need to tell you, Penny. Something about me and Cassandra.”
“Never mind,” she said. “Amy told me all about it.”
“You don’t care?”
“I can’t say I’m thrilled,” she admitted, “but it wasn’t your fault.” She stopped him, stood in front of him, head tilted up. “Besides, you’re mine. I earned you. So try to be worth it, okay?”
“Looks like I know what I’m doing this summer.”
He kissed her long and hard.
It was good.
Much better than a Brontë novel.