“I really shouldn’t,” I said for the dozenth time.

“Mm,” Hector murmured. “Yes, you’ve said.” He turned his head to look at me for a long, quiet moment. We were sitting on the hood of his car. My car was parked right next to his. They were both facing the wooded area in front of us. It was a nice spot. I couldn’t hear or smell anyone nearby. It was this little patch of woods, like a park, but with no walking trails, no parking, stuck smack dab in the middle of two ...