He nodded. “Well, you’re free to do what you want now, aren’t you?” “I don’t know.” My voice came out in a whisper. He rose suddenly and swung around the edge of the table, taking the seat beside me. He patted his thigh, his look full of challenge. I shook my head. “Really, Remington? Here?” “It’s just sitting in my lap. It’s not life or death.” Not anymore. But it had been. “I can’t,” I said in a whisper.
