Bryce waved a hand. “I’ll take it on weekends and holidays, don’t worry.” Hunt tossed in, “And it’ll get two Winter Solstices, so … double the presents.” Ruhn and the others gawked at them like they had ten heads, but Bryce grinned at Hunt. He returned it with one of his own. He got her—her humor, her fears, her hedging. Whatever it was, Athalar got her.
