Allison
"I know," I say. The gratitude sits low and steady. "He always does."
We finish the food and put the containers back in the sack. He ties the handles once and sets it on the shelf like he's trying not to leave a mess anywhere in my life.
"I got a system email," I say, watching his face. "Access level change."
He raises his brows. "Good. You won't get hassled at doors you already walk past."
"You didn't do it," I say.
"No," he answers. "Ethan fixes systems the way I fix fights."
'You can say thank you later,' Ruby says, pragmatic. 'You don't have to cede ground to do it.'
I rest my forearms on my knees. "I told your mother earlier that the step lighting was perfect," I say. "She sent back a heart and a photo from the terrace. I told her not to post the one
