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I’d want it to be with you.”
    I squinted at him. “You’re not just saying that because I threatened you?”
    “Not in the least. I sort of figured eventually your mom would wear you down and we’d adopt or something.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. Why not? I’ve seen you. You’re good with kids. You like them. I wasn’t going to deny them to you. I just never thought they’d be from me.” He inhaled, held it, and then carefully spoke again. “What if … it’s part shapeshifter?”
    I knew what he meant when he said that. What if it’d be like him, and have to grow up outside of society for his, or her, own protection, until it was old enough to deal with the strange. And if it was shapeshifter, even in part, what would happen to it when it aged? Would Asher and I get to have any grandkids? Could ligers breed? Or would it lose itself in the sea of personalities inside, like Asher had almost done?
    I shook my head. All that was too far away. We didn’t need to go looking into the future for things to worry about; we had enough options in the here and now. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. If it’s real. Tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow,” he agreed.
    I crawled backward onto the bed. “What are we going to do about dinner? It’s been a long day—I don’t feel like leaving the room.”
    “This, I’m prepared for.” He reached over to his bedside table and got the room service menu guide for me. “Twenty-four seven. As promised.”
    I hadn’t eaten all day—what with traveling, sex, and exhaustion, everything on the menu looked good, and I said so. Asher got a clever-looking smile, and I shut him down. “Don’t you dare make some lame joke about me eating for two.”
    *   *   *
    After the arrival of two club sandwiches with a side of french fries, we arranged a picnic on our bed, and our conversation continued.
    “So it didn’t work. Not at all?” I asked, shoving around ketchup with the edge of a fry.
    He shook his head. A little too hard. Was I being hypervigilant, or was he overprotecting me?
    I pressed on. “What were you hoping to even accomplish?”
    “Other than ruining everything?” he said, brows raised, sort of teasing, sort of not.
    “Yeah.”
    He heaved a sigh. “I just wanted to see. Maybe if he’d become some great humanitarian in the last few years. Or if a lot of bad things had happened to him, if karma had won out.”
    “And what if neither of those things had happened?”
    Asher snorted. “I don’t know. It’s a big boat. I bet people fall overboard all the time.”
    The fry I’d been raising to my mouth paused in midair. “Did you just hear yourself say that?”
    He made a face at me. “Oh, come on, Edie, I was teasing.”
    “It’s only teasing if you’ve never done anything like that before.” I carefully set the fry with its burden of ketchup back down. “If you have, then it’s kind of a threat.”
    Asher groaned and swung his gaze to look up at the ceiling, pondering it for a moment before looking again back at me. “I’m not that person anymore. Honestly.”
    “It isn’t that I want you to change, Asher. It’s just that—” The words hung between us as I tried to think of a phrase that would prove my point, because I really, really really, did want him to change, or at least pretend that killing people wasn’t okay, no matter how awful they might be.
    “You don’t want to be in love with a murderer,” he said, cutting me off with a resigned nod. “I get that. It’s fair.”
    I gave him a halfhearted grin and tried to lighten the mood. “You know I can’t take time out of my busy schedule to visit you in jail. When would I get my nails done?” I looked down at my hands—I had gone and gotten a rare manicure for this trip, scheduled it yesterday after work, when I’d be safe from my own overzealous hand sanitizing habit. The red nail polish was already chipping a little bit at the edges, where only I could see.
    “When indeed,” he