“I can’t believe you got me a job,” Daniel grumbles from the passenger seat, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares out the window.
“’Bout time,” Jerome murmurs as he drives, smirking as he keeps his eyes on the road.
Daniel makes a squeak of protest as he turns to glare at his boyfriend, but Jerome just laughs. “Seriously, Danny,” he says, shaking his head, “you’ve never had a job in your life. Pay your dues! Especially as it doesn’t sound like Donna Lippert back there,” he says, pointing at me with a thumb over his shoulder, “intends for you to do it forever.”
“Just for a little bit, Daniel,” I say, looking up from my phone for just a second to see him glaring at me, “until we get the information we need.”
“And what information,” Daniel snaps, “do we need? So I can get it and
