Lisa’s POV

Okay. So.

You know how you think you’ve seen everything? Like—you’re convinced, convinced nothing could possibly surprise you anymore?

Yeah. No. Wrong. Because right now I was staring at Damon—Mr. Broody, Mr. “I Wear Darkness Like A Cloak”—standing there with a balloon dog in one hand and three kids literally yelling, “Throw it here! Come on, mister!”

I… I couldn’t breathe. I was doubled over, my ice cream almost falling straight out of my hand. “Ahhh—no—stop—my ribs—oh my god—”

Ronan, of course, was trying very hard not to laugh. Which only made it worse because his whole face was twitching, jaw tight, mouth pressed flat, and I could...