“I just broke a door down. You bet your beautiful ass I can pick you up.” He smiles smugly, then holds both his hands forward. “But you’re gonna have to guide me.” “Yeah. Not—just a little down. No, not that hand, the other one. No, this hand is—” His open palm presses on my face. “Oh. Hi, Amelie.” “Can you be serious, Ian?” A chuckle bursts out of his lips. “Right now? Not really.” “Just help me up!”
