“Try me,” I whispered against her neck. She shook her head but burrowed into me. “I don’t want you to look at me any differently.” I slid one hand up and down her back as the other stroked her hair. “Did you murder someone in cold blood?” “No,” she whispered. “You steal from the elderly?” I asked. “No.” “Hurt a puppy?” “Of course, not.” Thea’s voice was barely a rasp as she spoke. “Then I’m not going to see you differently.”
