Thirty-one:
Jack Cartwright
I’d finally done it.
I’d danced with Fiona Fallon. I’d taken Fiona on a date. Hell, I’d kissed Fiona Fallon. Granted, it was more like she’d kissed me on the cheek. But still. It was more than I’d ever dreamed that I would get to do. When we slipped from the club, we found a 24 hour pub and we stayed up the whole night drinking and talking and eating.
When I took her back to her dorm room, I almost didn’t want to let her go.
“Jack,” she said at the door.
“Yeah Miss Fallon?” I said.
She laughed. “Look, ya can just call me Fi. I’m not at the palace. I’m no one special.”
I laughed. “Oh, but yer wrong. Yer the girl that’s haunted my dreams for ages. Ye are very much s
