Since when had New Zealanders gone mad and decided these ridiculous behemoths should be allowed? Colin slipped between two such offenders and back to the left lane of the busy city street. A foul mood had dogged him all week, since that night after laser tag. Since he’d locked the pub for the evening and gone upstairs to find Reece and Libby looking flushed and guilty, game pieces scattered all over the board. Exactly what Colin knew Libby wanted, and what he’d been trying to help orchestrate. So why did it feel so unmistakably like a kick in balls when they’d succeeded? Ahead two blocks, as though summoned, Colin spotted the head of unruly platinum hair that seemed doomed to make his breath catch each time it came into view. Arms folded over her chest, Libby was in the midst of being chatted up on the sidewalk by a man she looked supremely uninterested in. Colin smiled and changed course. One knight in tarnished armor, coming right up. Libby saw him, eyes locking meaningfully into his.
