Those words shouldn't make her want to cry. They shouldn't reach around her heart and pump it full of warmth.
But they did . . . because when was the last time anyone had asked her that? Well, other than when she actually hurt herself physically that was.
"Do you think it's possible to die of embarrassment?" she whispered.
Nan was right.
She simply wasn't normal.
"No," Gomez said bluntly. Which was typical for Gomez. He wasn't a guy who sugar-coated things. Mostly, she appreciated that. Sometimes, like right now, she wished he'd make stuff up to make her feel better. "And you have no reason to be embarrassed."
"I talked about p**n. And I hid under my desk. From my bosses."
"Up you come," Saber told her before reaching down and actually picking her up.
Wow. He was strong.
He set he
