“Is that how it works, Tabitha? Finders keepers?” Strong arms snake around my waist, and I hold on to them for balance. “It is in my world.” Spencer grunts. His arms tighten. “Well, I found you.” Oh, god. I’m not… I’m not shiny or precious. I’m not someone people want to collect, not really. Not once they get to know me. Because I’m a charming kleptomaniac who ate his treasured satay noodles, and he doesn’t even know about that betrayal yet. He will, though. He won’t hug me again after that.
