“‘Meet’ is a loose term for what we’re doing,” I confess, tilting my head side to side. Immediately, Everett’s eyebrow shoots up. It does that a lot. He surveys me, his stare harsh but harmless, before he lets out a slow exhalation. “God, are you stalking her, Lander?” “Stalking is also a loose term for what I’m doing,” I admit,
