“You two know each other?” Darcy asked, shrugging off her coat.
Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass. Abby winters darcy diana
Across the street, a coffee shop glowed amber through the storm. And there, in the window, was Diana. “You two know each other
Diana wasn't looking for anyone. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg tucked under her, her dark hair falling in a way that seemed rehearsed but wasn't. Abby's plan had been simple: meet Darcy, exchange a package, leave. But the rain had other ideas. in the window
“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious.