He gawked at me. “What the blazes are you doing?” “Don’t say blazes. And I am doing a human hug.” He reared back in alarm. “To me?” “Yes, to you. Who else?” Killian made a show of looking around the place. As if there were someone else waiting just behind him, ready to receive my hug in his stead. “All you have to do is put your arms around me,” I told him impatiently. “And then what?” he asked suspiciously. “And then we just… stand there.” “Doing a hug.” “Precisely.” “That… sounds stupid.” “I know,” I admitted. “But somehow, it isn’t.”
