Chris' hair was shorter-not much longer than an inch. When they'd gone to school together, his hair was long enough he had to constantly brush it aside. Sapphire locked onto the difference immediately.
He stepped in for a hug. As he moved, his scent washed over her-familiar, so familiar-that same mix of pine and soap, with a touch of something new. Something she couldn't quite identify.
Gabb shot forward, quicker than light. "If you want to keep those kneecaps, don't even try it."
Chris stepped back, palms up in surrender. "Sorry, man, I didn't know she was taken."
"Oh, she's taken alright."
"Clara...why don't we head inside?" Theresa asked.
Clara hesitated, looking as if she wanted to say something. Sapphire saw the worry etched into her features and nodded reassuringly.
The two m
