‘Scrabble doesn’t have to be so serious.’ ” Ziggy’s boyfriend, Seb, tips his head her way. “Did you really just say that? The woman who punched my thigh when I built a word off of the letter u and compromised her plans for her q?” Ziggy blushes bright red, narrowing her eyes at Seb. “That’s different.” His tongue pokes his cheek. “How so, Sigrid?”
