What things? Mel growled. I grimaced. I didn’t like feeling her anger. It was so much more vicious than mine. Get used to it. Ian put his hand on my face. “I’ll let you think about things, okay? So you can decide how you feel.” I tried to be objective about that hand. It was soft against my face. It felt . . . nice. Not like when Jared touched me. But also different from the way it felt when Jamie hugged me. Other. “It might take a while. None of this makes any sense, you know,” I told him. He grinned. “I know.”
