Almost three hours later, Jo happily looked around her new bright, spacious bedroom. She’d unpacked and fussed and arranged, and now everything was precisely where she wanted it to be. Silver had helped unpack, between setting up the new security codes and cleaning up a few bits and pieces, and then he’d offered to go out and buy her some groceries.
She’d stared up at him, her hands full of t-shirts that she was folding and putting in her dresser, stunned at how thoughtful and kind he was being. More and more, the New and Improved Silver was morphing into the Old and Amazing Zeke – and she was liking this transition more and more with every passing moment.
“You’d really do that?” she’d asked. “You don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind, angel,” he’d said. “Make me a list and I’ll go for you. The la
