His laugh is quick and loud and, even though I know it’s at me, I laugh too. “I might just cancel my home security with you around, Hawkeye,” he chuckles. “A saltshaker? Really?” “It’s all I had.” “Just a helpful hint—knives are in that drawer,” he says, pointing behind me. “Unless you have some super skill I don’t know about, they’ll come in handier than a damn saltshaker.”
