Standing in Mr. Hale’s expansive office, I tried not to let my irritation show. My lips twitched as I folded my arms, staring him down.
“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
Mr. Hale didn’t even flinch. He leaned back in his chair, his perfectly tailored suit clinging to him like it was made for this exact moment of smugness. He clasped his hands under his chin and regarded me with the kind of cool detachment that made me want to throw something across the room.
“I said,” he began, his tone maddeningly calm, “we need to practice skinship.”
“Skinship?” I repeated, my voice going up an octave.
“Yes.” He nodded like this a normal suggest. “If we want to convince my grandfather, we need to get more comfortable with each other.”
I blinked at him, try
