“So, how long have you known Jason?” “Hey,” he crowed. “You stole my line. I was just going to ask you the same thing.” “Then, I’ll go first.” She grinned. “We first met about two and a half years ago.” “That long?” Rooster’s face screwed up into thoughtful scowl. “And this is the first time I’ve seen you? Why’s that? He keep you locked away in a tower somewhere?” She smiled at the thought. Sad thing was that she might agree to be locked away in a tower just so long as Jason came to visit every dusk to dawn. Pathetic and a sad show for feminism all around. “Actually, last night is the first time we’ve seen each other for a couple of years.” “So, you two aren’t an item?” Rooster’s expression said he didn’t believe that for one minute, but if she said no, he wouldn’t mind moving in himself. “We used to be.” Tabby opted for a safer answer. “Two years ago.” Rooster looked thoughtful. “That’s about the time I came back to work for Kelly Construction. I was on Jason’s original crew. He and my lil bro graduated from high school together. I joined them on that first house we build and moved on when the time was right. Time was right for coming home a couple of years ago.” His gaze narrowed. “I heard some chick messed with Jason’s head real good right before I got back. That you?”
