“Do you find anyone sexy yet, or is that a thirteen-year-old thing?” “Patty,” I say again, a warning in my voice. Maya shrugs, scooping the avocado off her sweater. “I think books are sexy,” she says very seriously. “No one at school has quite lived up to Aragorn yet.” God, I love this kid. I lean over and press a smacking kiss to her temple. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but no one ever will.”
