Chapter 3

“I’ll give it back to you before you leave for work tonight.”

“No.” I take the key, press it into his hand, and close his fingers around it. “Keep it. I don’t wanna see you on the porch steps again. Next time your ma has, uh, her boyfriend for a visit, you get your butt over here. Since I ain’t got a guest room, I only have the couch to offer. But it’s plenty comfy, trust me. Sheets are in the closet in my room.” For the first time, I regret turning the teeny-tiny second bedroom where Ma used to sleep—me and my sister shared the master—into a gym.

He blinks rapidly and looks away as he presses the hand clasping the key against his heart. “Yeah, okay,” he murmurs, and I fight the urge to do a victory lap around the kitchen for getting him to agree.

To hide my happy smile from him, I, too, look away. And not looking at him eases the urge to pull him into my arms and squeeze him hard and whisper stupid promises in his ear that I’m not sure he wants to hear.