“Don’t thank me. I only said the truth.” I lifted up a shoulder and smiled down at him. “I appreciate it anyway.” He blinked those slumbering brown eyes, his nostrils flaring just enough for me to notice. “You have no idea how terrible you make me feel sometimes.” Wait. What? “Why?” He sat forward, setting the puzzle pieces in his hands aside. “You’re thanking me for defending you, Van. You shouldn’t have to thank me for something like that.”
