Jane’s POVI stared at him. “My trust,” I repeated.“Yes.”“Allen, someone just broke into this house and left a photo of me at my prenatal appointment with a threat written on the back and what you’re asking me for right now is my trust.”“Yes.”“That’s—” I stopped. Laughed a little. The kind of laugh that had nothing to do with anything being funny. “That’s a lot to ask for right now.”“I know,” he said. “I’m asking anyway.”I looked at his face. That stillness was still there, that absolute controlled quiet that I’d learned meant he was already three steps ahead of whatever was happening and had already decided what he was going to do about it. He just needed me not to be in the way of it.“What are you going to do?” I asked.“Handle it.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one I have right now.” He held my gaze. “But I need to know you’re with me. Not fighting me on every decision, not going places alone, not—”“I went to a prenatal appointment Allen, that’s not exactly—”“Jane
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