I took a moment to slip out to the back yard, to gather my thoughts and pull myself together. The instant my butt hit the bench, I thought of Mr. Yummy Leather Pants and how this was Quaid's and my usual meeting place. Or had been. Followed by a dose of guilt and worry about him. I'd left him in a precarious position. And while he wouldn't have survived turning me in if that had been his intent after all, it really wasn't his fault I broke the law.

He'd told me in autumn, if I ...