“You’re lucky I like you.” Seb leans a hip against the coffee bar, arms folded across his chest. He jerks his chin toward where Ziggy sits, engrossed in her book. “Thanks to you, I’m now second priority.” I roll my eyes. “She tears through books, and you know it. You’ll go back to being the center of her world in just a few hours.” “A few hours too long,” he grumbles.
