“But I love being here with you, Jesse. I do. The apartment—the job—being with you. I love it all. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Jesse smiled. He felt a relief lifting from his shoulders.
“It’ll take time, I think,” she told him, coming close and sitting back down next to him with her legs crossed on the couch. On the television, Crichton’s mugshot was plastered on the screen again, but neither noticed. “For both of us.”
“Maybe we’re growing as people,” Jesse said, reminiscing about his time in Cooper’s Mill. He didn’t remember much of it—it was mostly a drunken haze for him. It had all come into focus when Kate had shot him, and then ran him over, and then arrested him, then tracked him down to New York City—he couldn’t help but smile. “Just promise me you won’t shoot me ever ag
