“Say sorry to the families of elk in the woods whose eyes you’ve scarred with your rampant floozying,” he says wickedly, quiet enough that it’s for my ears only. I have to laugh. “Sorry, elk.” “Good.” Seb’s eyes are dancing. “And now, apologize to the bears.” “Wait. Aren’t the bears hibernating right now? You’re Canadian—shouldn’t you know that?” The look he gives me sears me to the core. “I think we woke them up.”
