Chapter 55

  He reaches out a hand, ignoring me, and tugs me by the hood so I’m within reach of his arm, putting it back around my shoulders. Only this time it’s loose and casual, and my clothes stay neat and in place. I don’t bother fighting this time; I’m so used to touchy-feely Carrero by now that I’ve stopped caring any more. He has very few inhibitions, having been raised by a touchy-feely Italian family.

  Why doesn’t it bother me? It would bother me if it was anyone else.