"It was worse when they still had those cord things on their belly buttons: he wanted to stand over my shoulder every time to 'make sure'."

A truly wicked glint appeared in his eyes. "Thank you for the permission," he breathed. He felt a bit like when he had a good night onstage, and he was basking in it. Especially when he heard her bump into the doorframe.

He set that monitor up with a speed that would have left Jason gaping and made his way to the laundry room.