“Thank you for showing up to keep him out of my head.” I wriggled my fingers on my outspread hand, then lowered my arm. “I was going to hug you, but I remembered how prickly and standoffish you are.”
Xervan arched his eyebrows. “You are no different. Every time I’ve healed you, you’ve bristled and been offended.”
“That’s because you don’t ask first.” Admittedly, I hadn’t intended to ask to hug him either. “Generally, when a guy sticks his hands in a girl’s jacket, it’s to grope her boob. That’s why women get bristly at that kind of presumptuousness.”
“I have no interest in your boobs.”
“Thanks for clearing that up. Because you rubbed your forehead against mine at the water-treatment plant. That’s had me confused.” This time, I arched my eyebrows.
This wasn’t the conversation I’d inten
