"You come in with us," Victor said at last. He let the cabin door close and put his fingers over the ones she'd had on the latch. "Maybe it can use what I want if you want it for me too."
"And you wanted somewhere I could put a chair where nobody could come up behind it," Voss said. "I can't remember ever telling you that's where I'd put it."
"I've been eating breakfast with you for some time now, sweetheart. The day you take a seat with your back to an open door I'll be round the other side of the table checking your temperature." She put her palms on the backs of their hands, and for a moment had all three men with her in the quiet where the shelves met the garden. She liked knowing that the next time she lifted her own latch she could take the people she wanted with her. The trouble with having somewhere so comfortable was how hard it made it to step outside.
