Maybe, he thought, that was what he'd been looking for all along. Not someone who met his every criteria, someone who could withstand the intense scrutiny of a mind reader who could lay bare every secret and flaw.
Maybe he'd just been looking for someone he couldn't see through all the way.
"Mm," said Bridget as he drew the kettle from the flames. "I get the mussels, you get the shells."
"Only if the shells are the meaty part," said Virgil, lifting the lid with a towel to keep from burning his hand. Steam billowed up from the kettle, racing the bonfire flames to the night sky.
"So, don't you want to know?" said Bridget, holding out a bowl as he ladled up a mussel from the boiling water.
"That depends," said Virgil. "Know what?"
"Your fun rating," said Bridget. "The numbers are i
