“Like why do you love cozy mysteries?” I shrug. “I don’t know. They’re so . . . mild.” His kiss against the side of my head melts into a laugh. “Mild?” “The worst thing that can happen to a person happens, right at the start of the story,” I explain. “And it’s like . . . this feeling of safety. You know exactly what’s going to happen by the end. So many things are unpredictable in life. I like things you can trust.”
