“I didn’t hurt you though, right?” “Not at all. Are you hurt?” “Of course I am,” she said matter-of-factly. “Just not in the ways you can see.” She smirked until I understood she was kidding, then added, “I’m sorry for barreling into you. I think I caught a loose floorboard or something.” “You’re welcome to barrel into me anytime,” I told her. My stomach immediately did a little flip of embarrassment. Stevie looked me over, then tucked her hands under the straps of her gigantic backpack. “Good to know.”
