The snort felt like enough of an invitation for Sam to sit down on the grass. Not close to make Steph uncomfortable or crowded. But not exactly far away, in ten-foot-pole territory. "It's not really an option for me. I mean, it could be, but it would involve murder and magic and some surgeries that are better left to the imagination."

After all, that's how Sam had been born.

"It would also require someone wanting to have sex with me, which is, you know, not on the table."