“How did you get in?” Jay cradled his morning coffee. The mug warmed his palms and provided him with a solid object to hold. If the heat burned a little, that was good, too. He needed something real, even a little pain.
“Your sister gave me a key.” Dean shifted in his seat, his expression difficult to read. “I meant to give it back to you at dinner and forgot. It may have been stupid, but she meant well.”
April meant well a little too often. So much for trusting family. Jay set his irritation aside. His problems with April had little to do with Dean. After last night…Jay didn’t yet know whether to thank her rather than yell. His fault anyway for not putting on the chain. His responsibility for being in so much of a rush. The recollection of why and the scene Dean had walked in on made hi
