“Safe,” I repeated, looking down at his conviction with envy. “In my whole dumb life, I’ve never felt as safe anywhere as I feel sitting on a metal grate twenty feet above the ground with you.” As soon as I said it, I wished I had the good sense to stop spilling my guts into that tank. The habit would be hard enough to break later. But Río just raised an eyebrow and said, “Spoken like a true barnacle.”
