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My finger shakes as I press the buzzer button of Jasper’s condo. “Banks,” I murmur to myself. How did I ever end up here? I have a Toys “R” Us bag and a bag of groceries to cook dinner, and I’m perching a tray of Starbucks coffee precariously in my other hand. What I should have is a drug store bag filled with condoms and a case of beer, and dinner shouldn’t even be on my mind.
“Lennon!” Brady screams through the speaker and the door buzzes and unlocks.
The smile that seems automatic when it comes to that little guy emerges and I remember exactly why I’m doing all this. I press the elevator for the top floor because where else would Jasper Banks live but on the top floor?
When the doors open Brady’s already there, jumping up and down.
“You’re late,” he says and his eyes widen when
