“When you mention this to Jane, can you add that this isn’t serious?” He comes over and extends his wrist. Carefully, I snap on the cuff. “Why don’t you just tell her yourself?” “Honestly…it’s hard for me to talk to her right now.” He’s still upset that she dragged him here. “I’ll mention it,” I promise. “Thanks.” He stares nervously at the door, like the latch is haunted. I notice how he twiddles his fingers, and I step past him, our wrists connected, and I open the door for Beckett. He exhales in relief but avoids my eyes.
