“Foster’s not ready to face her feelings,” Keefe stage-whispered. “I’m ready to strangle you,” Sophie countered. “You should!” Ro said. “Or wait—am I supposed to tell you not to? I’m still not clear on how this bodyguard thing works. Like, if he’s annoying me, can I smack him around a bit as long as I don’t do permanent damage?” “Be my guest,” Sophie told her. “But not until he’s recovered,” Elwin added. “Then, by all means. Maybe you’ll finally knock some sense into him.” “I doubt it.” Keefe winked, but Sophie looked away.
