Familiar Stranger

"Don't wipe your nose on my clothes. I saw that."

The girl glanced at Harper guiltily and sniffed.

Her arms were wrapped around Harper's waist, practically climbing onto her.

Harper wasn't used to that kind of closeness with someone she didn't know. The moment the girl had lunged at her earlier, Harper had the reflex to kick her away, but seeing her tear-streaked face, she held back.

Harper raised