“Jane,” I say, clear and cut and definitive, “I’ve already made a decision.” She never breaks eye contact. “You have…?” “I want to do this with you.” Her voice catches, words stuck on her tongue. I hold her gaze in a tighter grip. “I want to date you in public.” Jane presses her knuckles to her lips. “For my protection.” She’s laying out the parameters before I even can. We’ve been good about that. “For your protection,”
