“I have you covered,” I emphasize. “I have the money,” he says under his breath. “Just let me pay—” “No—” “Why not?” “Because you’re my boyfriend,” I say with utter fucking conviction. “You’re my boyfriend, Jack, and if I can’t physically be there for you, then I’m going to hire someone who can be.” I pause. “Which I did.” I jab a thumb towards Gabe, who stands an awkward distance from our argument.
