I frowned at him real quick when he stuttered, for a second unsure of what I was getting into. He corrected himself easily enough, but it still made me wonder. I didn't know about Jake's living habits. I knew him, but not what time he got up in the morning, was he loud, did he leave wet towels and dirty clothes laying around, oh God what if he brought guys home and I was hanging out in the living room?

There was a lot we needed to talk about.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm kind of glad it was forced," I said with a smirk. "I don't know how much more of the home I could have taken before going crazy." I would have lasted, truly, but this was much, much better.

I glanced over at the now smaller accumulation of cop cars. The bar was covered with crime scene tape and people were moving around about their business. "Do you need to do the thing?" I asked, nodding to his police buddies. "They already took my statement so we could get out of here."