“Jake,” I say simply. “He gave me a key. It’s in my pocket if you want to check,” I add, nodding down to my right front pocket of my grey sweats. I try to avoid looking at her peaked nipples, but I can’t help it. They’re so pink and perfect. Was Mr. Hotshot touching them? Surely, he got a taste— Stop. The anger fades in her eyes, replaced quickly with concern as her gaze settles on my crutches. Then the knife goes clattering down to the counter. “Oh god, what happened to you?”
