Wish
“No. You found it.”
“And I’m telling you to take it,” I insist, tightly. “This is my fault. Andy wanted to get back at me. You shouldn’t get caught in the cross hairs.”
Quill gives me a strange look and is quiet for a second before he accepts the flag. “You know,” his gaze is thoughtful as it rests on me, “I have a good sense of people. I’ve aways had it. When I first saw you, I knew you were a good person. You have a sharp tongue but a good heart. You’re a fair person.”