"Think I might be," he murmured, that shy feeling clutching at his chest. If Willow hadn't been curled up under his vest, he probably would have crossed his arms and squeezed them tightly. As it was the most comfortable he could get was shoving one hand into a pocket while the other held the edge of his coat loosely to give the squirrel the support she needed.

"But what if it's just a game to him? He's got other people. Pretty sure of it. Way he acts."