“Don’t change, Brad. We can hug on it if you want.” “You sure?” “Positive.” Relieved, I pull Joey in. He’s not that much taller than my six feet, so it’s a good fit. Like last time, his arms swamp me, and I let out a breath at the welcome squeeze. I think Joey might be a better hugger than any of my past girlfriends. Which, nothing against them, but their arms were much smaller. And with the exception of Jane, who was wicked strong and, honestly, scared me a bit, they all liked being the ones who were swamped in my arms.
