I shrug. “I haven’t seen him come here in years, Noah. And this isn’t the most thriving area, now, is it?”

“That is true,” he admits. “In which case, I probably will get permission.”

I hold out the bread basket to him. “If you do, what will happen?”

He looks pleased. “We’ll be able to see each other all the time. Well, most of the time. I’ll have to go check the other territories on the weekends, but during the week, I should be here.” He butters a piece of bread ...