“What does ‘hmm’ have to do with anything? Could you ever use more than five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across—primal.”His smile tipped higher. “Primal.”“You’re impossible.”“Me Jev, you Nora.”

“Tacos.””Tacos?” I echoed.This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.””I know what a taco is!”

“Nice costume,” he said. “Ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours.”Amusement curled his mouth. “If you don’t like it, I can take it off.”

“I needed him like I’d never needed anyone.”

“But if I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“I love you more than I think I should.”