“I have until noon, right?” Gigi said. Xander grinned. “For the ease of my future compositions, please tell me that whatever you have planned rhymes with Valhalla or cheesesteak.” Gigi gave Xander a look. “You’re not going to ask what I’m up to?” “Like I said, I’m a man of many talents.” Xander slung an arm around her. “Among them, I give excellent platonic snuggles, and I know when not to ask.”
