In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

I’m all over the place today. I need a strong coffee and a six-day nap.

“Did you find your happy today?” I ground my teeth and shook my head. A quick jerk. “No.” He had hummed once, head tilting to look out over the fields. “You want a hug?” And that had been its own sort of magic, hadn’t it? He hadn’t tried to fix it. Just . . . asked if he could hold me through it.