Jake
Emma carried the box out of the building herself.
I offered once.
She said no.
So I shut my mouth and let her carry it.
That probably sounded like nothing, but three weeks ago I would’ve taken the damn thing from her without asking because it looked heavy and I was stronger. Three weeks ago, she probably would’ve handed it over because arguing with a man had taught her consequences.
We were both learning.
Nash climbed into the back seat of my truck with Derek’s note sealed inside a plastic evidence bag he’d somehow produced from his jacket.
Emma glanced back at him. “Do you just carry those around?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Nash stared at her. “Do you really want the answer?”
She considered it. “Probably not.”
“Smart woman.”
I started the truck.
“He’s weird,” Emma said.
“He’s sit
