“I’m a pro with a bone saw myself,” she said bluntly, then looked horrified at the admission. “So?” I asked. I slung my arm around her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. “Just makes you more perfect.” “Perfect for you guys, maybe,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That’s the only kind of perfect that matters, because you’re always going to have us. And we’re never going to let you go.” “I don’t want anyone else.”
