I look at the keys, feeling my face crack with a reluctant grin. “There it is,” he whispers, brushing a knuckle under my chin. “Lay it on me, hm?” He taps his cheek, grinning like the cat who got the cream when I bounce up to give him a peck. “That’s my good girl. You think you can handle this thing?” I pluck the sunglasses from the collar of his shirt, putting them on. “I think I can manage.”
