“Oh my God,” Glyn breathes out and cups her mouth, but that does nothing to hide her smile. “That day in the coffee shop when Kill said Nikolai is exclusive with someone, could that, by any chance, be you?” “Yeah.” “Are you, like, coming out to us, right now? What am I supposed to do? Can I hug you?” “I’d rather not,” I say, feeling a bit lighter that she’s smiling. That’s good, right? Cecily takes my hand in hers. “I’m so happy for you, Bran. I feel like a proud mama seeing you find someone you like.”
