the plea behind his question. It burrows into my heart and wraps the organ in a tight embrace. “You don’t need to talk to me. You need to finish your food.” “Jeez.” I take another bite. “Bossy.” “When it comes to your well-being, Josephine, I’m going to be as bossy as I want. That is non-negotiable. And if we’re going to a conference together, you better believe I’m going to take care of you while we’re there, too.” Jesus. A shiver runs down my spine. My body is on fire, electrified, and I’m hot—hotter than the surface of the sun.
