A little before five, she took a glass of wine and the file Jack had given her and stepped out onto the deck. She settled herself into one of the lounge chairs and looked over the offer and started filling out the paperwork. God, she hated all these tax forms. A shadow fell over her papers, and she glanced up to find Jason standing over her. “Hi,” she smiled up at him. “How long have you been home?” “I just got home. I was a little confused when I couldn’t find you inside,” he sat down next to her legs on the chair. “How long have you been here?” “I got here around one, I guess. I, uh, made you dinner.” Closing the file, she started to stand up but stopped when he put his hand on her arm. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable this morning, and I’m trying very hard not to push,” he took her hand and linked his fingers with hers. “I just don’t want to lose you again.”
