“You want the other kids to think you’re cool, right, Min?” he asked her as she burbled agreement. “You’re lucky I’m here.” Tessa swooped on Kit from behind, ruffling his golden hair with the hand not holding her pastry, on her way to get Jem coffee from the stove. “We’re all lucky you’re here,” she told him. Kit bowed his head, but not before Jem saw his face flush, pleased and shy.
