My mother blinked mid-sentence, my father grinned without understanding and my sons stood frozen, suddenly shy and unusually quiet. As for Ahmir, he didn't bother acknowledging the chaos. His eyes pinned me, last night still living in his stare. The way I’d looked at him through my window as I slipped my hands between my legs and his shadow that filled the view in the dark. He didn’t speak, didn't have to. I felt it rolling off of him, that rare dangerous thing, ‘a man who snapped his restraint.’
“Good morning, ma'am, gentlemen. I hope your morning has been well. My name is Ahmir Wolfe and I work with Ms. Imani here as a consultant. I desperately need to speak with her about an urgent development. Now,” he said, polite to my parents, lethal to me.
His voice was steady, but his jaw was wo
