“I told her it would make you uncomfortable if she did,” Kieran answered. “Just like I told my father not to do it.” My chest warmed. “You know what?” He raised a brow as he looked down at me. “What?” I reached over and patted his chest. “You’re more than okay.” “Now that I know you think I’m more than okay, I can sleep well at night.” His tone was as dry as the Wastelands, but I grinned.
