I hide a smile. There aren’t any rakes in his yard. I made sure of it.
“How was work today?”
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Not very productive. I had a headache.”
“Hangovers suck.”
“I learned that the hard way.”
He reaches the doors and nudges one with his foot. It creaks open slightly.
“See?” he says. “Mess.”
Of course it's a mess. I had to use a pry bar to get it open.
But I don’t tell him that.
I step closer, peering down into the familiar darkness. “Kind of spooky how dark it is.”
He shifts beside me, close enough that our shoulders touch.
“Yeah.” He looks at the door again. “I wonder what I’ll need to fix it.”
I immediately rattle off some supplies.
He stares at me, wide-eyed.
“You know, if that’s not latching properly, it poses a security threat.” I point at the door. “I know someone who's really good with security. Does good work.”
He looks a little uneasy as he stares at it for a moment. “Someone could get in pretty easily.”
We stand there for another second before he closes the doors again.
“And maybe a security system might be a good idea.” He nods slowly, warming to the idea. “Sebastian uses King Morine.”
“He does.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “You know that?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “Ivy mentioned it.”
That’s not entirely true.
She mentioned cameras because of Sebastian being protective. But not the company name.
But I’m not about to tell him I disabled the alarm and snuck into his room when he lived there.
We enter the house.
Luna hasn’t moved. She’s still curled on the couch, watching us with half-lidded eyes.
“They’re expensive though,” he says.
“They’re worth it.”
“Of course you think that. You probably have a system that can identify someone by their shoe size.”
"Not shoe size,” I say, deadpan.
