She guessed this super speed of hers was a testament to the strength of their bond.
It fit. There was no way this sense of rightness could be in any way wrong.
“No, I guess you’re right. We should be thankful for small mercies. But what with you working in prisons and s**t, I’d have liked for you to be able to handle yourself better.” His jaw flexed a little and she could see his teeth working. “Have you ever done any self-defense classes, Christie?”
She shook her head. “I always meant to, but I just never got around to it.”
He worked his bottom lip, nipping it between his thumb and forefinger. “Would you consider making it a priority?”
Touched, she smiled. “If it would make you feel better, then of course I will.”
“I mean, I’d teach you myself—” He hesitated. “But my style of fighti
