“I used to call you ‘bear-man’ in my head all the time when I started working for you. I may or may not still do it sometimes.” “Bear-man,” he deadpans, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice. “Because of your beard,” I explain. “Also, your height. You’re enormous. Grouchy, too, which is kind of like a bear—one look is enough to know that getting close to them may not be the best idea.” “And yet here you are. Right in the bear’s lair.” I smile. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
