Davina's POV

“Um… would you like me to?”

“I’d like for us to be able to have a conversation without risking a neck sprain. So, yes.”

I pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. There was still a fair amount of distance between us—both literal and metaphorical—but it was closer than I’d thought I would ever get.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” she admitted. “I had to stop, actually. My head was starting to hurt.” She drummed her fingers against the ...