Luckily Jean found his voice first. Maybe that wasn’t a crack in his voice; maybe it was just his accent coming on stronger than usual. Jeremy forgot about it when the words registered: “I will tell her you said that.” “God, please don’t,” Jeremy said, flinging one of his pillows at Jean. “She’ll kill me.” Jean turned away from him. “Unfortunate.” “I’m going to buy you decaf tomorrow.” Jean scoffed. “No, you won’t.” “I’ll think about it,”
