Ty crowed. “The way his voice broke,” James said. “Olivia’s blush when he told her he felt lucky!” “My favorite was her eyes turning red when he talked about love being a power in ‘our fair city.’ I knew she’d get emotional if he mentioned those little dragons. You should see her when commercials with puppies come on TV.” As Ty secured himself in a seat with half his attention, Anso heard Olivia mutter sheesh underneath her breath. Ty was too caught up in reliving their media coup to notice her reaction. “The camera loved her,” he gushed, leaning across the aisle to James. “Wherever she is, Ellice must be shitting clam shells. Olivia couldn’t have come off better if she’d been Joan of Arc.” “Guys!” Olivia snapped. James and Ty turned to her with matching startled looks. “If you’re done discussing how predictable I am, I have an idea where we might look for the Meimeyo.” “Really?” Ty said. “Where?” “Yes,” James seconded. “Where?”
