Chapter Ninety-Four. Jason.
Jason’s Point of View.
Honestly, after a really s**t day, finding myself at Lisa May’s house, has turned it into something as close to perfection as it can be.
The home-made dinner, she made, when she didn’t have to, is delicious. Much better than the TV meal I would have shoved into the microwave. The fact that she saw how tired I was, accepted that I had arrived, and promptly fell asleep, without a singular word of protest. Other women I have dated in the past, would have been pissed off about me doing that. Yet Lisa May just took it all in her stride. She didn’t bombard me with questions about the case. She would have known, given it is headline news. I didn’t come here for s*x. Hey, it still may not even be on offer. She asked me to stay, not pound her
