ULL GREETED me with a warm kiss when he got back the next night. True to form, Inga had dumped Gunnar’s luggage in their room and whisked him out of the house to give us some privacy. I hadn’t mentioned my dream, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know I was going to interrogate Ull about his latest overprotective maneuver the minute he walked through the door. Inga was nobody’s fool; she wanted to avoid a fight. “Hi.” I kissed Ull back and quickly moved to the couch. “We need to talk.” “Sounds serious.” Ull was still in a good mood, obviously relaxed from two days of fishing. “You are not having cold feet?” “No. But I do have a concern. A big one.” A night-terror level, electroshock-GPS-bracelet-imagining big one. “Are you nervous about exams? We have a whole week left to study, and I am happy to help you prepare. Trust me, Kristia, you will do just fine. You are an exceptional student.” “This isn’t about school.” Ull sat next to me on the couch and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
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