I slowly turned toward Liam.
“You had a spare made for my car?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
“You told me once you locked yourself out of your old car.”
“That happened before we even met, Liam.”
“I know.”
I waited.
He looked embarrassed now.
“I figured if it ever happened again, I’d have one.”
I held up the key.
“And when were you planning to tell me?”
He didn’t answer quickly enough.
“Liam, if you’d asked, I probably would’ve said yes.”
His eyes lifted.
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“Because asking means there was a chance you’d say no.”
That answer made everything suddenly clear.
Liam didn’t just like being prepared.
He needed to know there was always a way in.
I set the red key on the counter between us.
“You’re making keys for doors I never asked you to open.”
