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and he set to fucking her like she owed him money. Which, well, she did.
“What’s wrong with having three hundred unblinking clowns staring at you every time you want to relax in your living room?”
“I’m telling Lorraine,” he said. She gasped. “You can’t!” He smiled. “I’m telling her, ‘Annalise murdered your favorite clown because she’s jealous.’” “It’s not her favorite!” “Jealous of your happiness, Lorraine. Why else would she have thrown it so hard?” “I didn’t throw it!” Annalise’s outrage bled into laughter.
“Thank you. I was afraid he was going to start kissing up my arm like Gomez Addams.” Jason scowled at the thought. “Not if he wants to keep his dentures in his head.”
“Black is a funeral color,” his mother went on. “Just for future reference.” “It’s rude to insult people’s clothing,” Annalise replied pleasantly. “Just for future reference.”
“Yeah. Anxiety? Come on. Amateur hour. You can’t call yourself a headcase unless you’re killing neighborhood cats and keeping their bodies nailed to your garage wall.” “That’s… a really high bar.” “Well, that’s what it takes. So clearly, you are not a headcase.”
“I want you—any way I can have you. But I want all of you, if I can have it.”
just figured you didn’t want my bare ass on all of your furniture.” She grinned. “I happen to like your ass. But, for the sake of any other visitors I have, maybe that’s a good call.”
“But I will. I can’t not worry about it. That’s who I am. I worry. I’m really good at it.”
“Is this about the dead cats in your garage?” “The—what?” She could see the memory returning to him—at the wedding, after the panic attack, Anna assuring him that he wasn’t nuts. “Oh, right,” he said, relaxing. “No, I’ll clean those up before you come over.”
“Alright, let me just be clear, my budget is a little higher than stealing other people’s garbage.”
“Yes. The landlord. Except I call him Jason. And he’s a good guy. And he makes me happy. So don’t go all big brother defender-of-my-virtue when you meet him or I will scream.”
“I promise I will not go out and shoot up while you’re getting laid.” “Theo!” Her cheeks flooded with heat. “Excuse me. I promise I will not go out and partake of heroin while you’re holding hands and reading the bible with your beau.”
She’d taken his ugly, crude proposal and turned it into a relationship. She’d taken his broken, battered psyche and bullied him into talking about it. She’d taken his loneliness and shown him how to fill it.
until he realized it was Theo sitting at his dining table. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Jason panted, sagging against the wall. “I thought vampires had to be invited in first.”
“You know how I love feeding random strays,” Jason said. “But what are you doing here?”
“I’ve got something in the garage I need your help with.” “Ah, yes, because I’m so handy with mechanical tasks.” Jason gave him an impatient look. “I need your help lifting something.” “Menial labor? With these hands?” “Annalise, will you leave me if I kill your brother?” “Don’t kill my brother, Jason. Theo, go help him.”
