“No.” A giggle. “Holy wow. Thank you.” She flies out of her chair, her arms wrapping themselves around my neck as she hugs me to her, and my grip on my desk tightens so I’m not tempted to do something stupid. Like hug her back. Lord, I never pray because you and I aren’t on speaking terms after what you did to Suzie, but if you could make this woman smell like dog shit instead of heaven and feel like razors instead of everything right, I’d be forever grateful.
