She was hugging him and Berg hugged her back, holding her tight against his body. And for once—for him—it wasn’t an awkward thing because of height differences and not knowing fully what kind of relationship he really had with Charlie. There was no fumbling. No leaning down or stretching up. It was the most comfortable hug Berg had ever experienced with a woman who wasn’t a close relative. And to his bearlike way of thinking, it was because Charlie fit perfectly into his life.
