“It’ll be okay, Zeke. I’m a big girl. I can sock a guy in the jaw just as easily as you can.” That made the corner of his mouth twitch. He looked away from me, his eyes finding my empty paper cup. “I owe you a hot chocolate.” He heaved himself to his feet and headed toward the center aisle. “No killing, Zeke,” I called after him. “No killing,” he grumbled back. “Or maiming!” He turned to me with that smirk finally on his face. “No maiming,” he assured me before heading up the stairs.
