It was amazing how wonderfully brilliant yet truly oblivious Kit could be. Somehow, he never noticed when Cricket was vibrating with fury, and even when she was pressed tight against him - because of course, he could tell she was mad - he blamed the heat of friction on the tropical Hawai'ian weather.
When she passed him on her daily run, and Medusa smelled her, but he could only feel the sudden breeze, she smiled. It was the little things that made her love him, like his wolfish grin and the way he rubbed his shattered wrist when he drove. Like his chivalry and gentle strength. Like his loyalty.
If he knew, she was certain he wouldn't mind.
But then there was Luke. "If any one of you comes near my family, I will kill you myself," she clearly remembered him saying.
So her powers stayed in a different world, and to Kit, she was just Cricket, the food store manager and part-time equine veterinarian. She was just his girl.