Locke stares down at me, his eyes stubborn, and brimming with that fiercely protective instinct that defines every move he makes. "I don't care about the pressure. You come first. Period."
"Listen to me," I say, "Jade texted me this morning. She said she and Mayhem took that long drive last night, and they actually talked. Really talked. Things are good between them now… they worked through the whole mess."
Locke pauses, a subtle shift in his expression. "Mayhem didn't say much when I was making the coffee this morning, but he looked less like he wanted to punch a hole in the wall."
"Exactly," I smile faintly. "So I was thinking... why doesn't Jade just take point on my aftercare? She knows what she’s doing.”
Locke stays quiet for a long moment, the water beating down on his wide back
