Allison could already hear the way Diego would laugh if he heard that.

She, to all accounts, is honestly doubtful of that, but it doesn't really show on her face in the slightest. Not that there wasn't at least one person she believed that of. But there'd, once upon a time, been a lot of proof to that, and if it'd been a half a life ago, it'd been said once or twice again, by him.

Maybe that stood, though, because it was the only place in all three decades of her life she'd ever felt the same.

No, but thank you.