“You know”—she put her hand to her chest—“I’m not afraid of you at all.” “You shouldn’t be.” He grinned. “I’m very nice.” “And so cute!” She grabbed his cheeks with both hands and twisted. “Like a big stuffed toy!” “Uh . . .” “Hey,” Max said from behind her, “Dad’s getting in an argument with some bears. I’m really hoping they kick his—Stevie! What the fuck are you doing?” “Isn’t he cute?” Stevie demanded, her fingers still on Shen’s face. But then her sister was next to her, slapping her hands down.
