I held up a key. Jason froze and his razor clicked off. I pressed the key to his bare chest, over his heart. “Use whatever drawer you want,” I said. “Park your truck in the garage. No more ringing the doorbell when you come home. Okay?” The smile on his face made my heart hurt. I don’t know that I’d ever seen him look this happy. “Okay,” he whispered, putting his palm over the hand on his chest. We’d have it all…right up until we wouldn’t.
