When I stare at him blankly, he continues.
“We’re going to connect your alarm, security cameras, and doorbell camera to a wireless hub that controls everything and interfaces with your smart phone so you can do it remotely.”
Hub? Cameras? Remote control? I start to get nervous. “That sounds expensive.”
Jake grins knowingly. The bright pink piece of gum he’s chewing sticks out from between two molars. “Aidan said that if you mentioned money, I’m supposed to tell you that you know what happens.”
My face flames. I say acidly, “Did he now?”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Just doin’ my job here.”
His tone is light and there’s a distinct twinkle in his eye. I am so going to kill Aidan the next time I see him.
“How about if we just set up a basic security thingie where I, like, punch in a code to arm the alarm?”
Jake makes a face at me as if I just insulted his mother.
“Seriously, I don’t need cameras and all that other stuff. I just want an alarm to sound if someone breaks in.”
“But you should have cameras so if someone does break in, you got it on video. It won’t help the police very much if they can’t identify the perp.”
All this talk of perps and break-ins is starting to unsettle me. I say, “Maybe we should just forget the whole thing.”
Jake laughs. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
I’m taken aback by that. “Why not?”
“Because Aidan says you’re getting a security system. Which means, like it or not, you’re getting a security system.”
“I see.”
“Yeah.” He chews his gum and eyeballs me as if he wants to say something but doesn’t think he should.
“What?”
“Nothing. Not my business.”
“Uh-huh. Except your face thinks it is. Spit it out, Jake.”
He debates with himself for a moment, then says, “You seem like a nice girl.”
“Yikes. That sounds bad.”
He holds up a hand. “Hear me out. And do me a favor and don’t repeat this, okay?”
I nod, anxiety blooming in my stomach.
“I’ve been friends with Aidan since high school—”
I cut in, “If you’re about to tell me he’s a flagrant womanizer, I really don’t want to hear it.”
“No, that’s not what I was going to say.”
“Good.”
He cocks his head and frowns at me. “But if he was, you wouldn’t want to know?”
“Like you said, it’s not my business.”
He makes another face, and now I’m beginning to get exasperated.
“What now?”
“Just never met a woman who wouldn’t want to know if she was getting involved with a skirt chaser is all.”
“Fine. Is he a skirt chaser?”
“No.”
I throw my arms in the air. “You’re killing me! Get to the point already.”
“Okay, look. I’ll be straight with you. Aidan doesn’t get close to people. Doesn’t trust them.”
His pause seems meaningful. I say, “And…？”
“He’s had a rough time pretty much his whole life.”
When he stops and snaps his gum, I think I know what he’s getting at, and my cheeks grow hot again.
“Are you suggesting that I’m taking advantage of him? Because I specifically told him that I would pay for everything—”
“He likes you,” he interrupts, his voice low. “And Aidan doesn’t like anybody.” He glances pointedly at my ring finger, then meets my eyes again. “I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
After a beat where my brain resets itself and my heart melts, I say softly, “I like him, too. And I’m not going to hurt him, Jake. I promise.”
He gives his gum a few doubtful grinds with his molars.
I wonder what Aidan said to him about me, but I won’t ask. Jake wouldn’t tell me, anyway. He’s a loyal friend, and there’s the man code and all that. I’m lucky I even got this much out of him.
“Listen. I suggest a compromise. How about if you install something that isn’t FBI-level surveillance, but also isn’t bare bones. I won’t be able to figure out anything too sophisticated, but I also don’t want you to have to deal with Aidan’s wrath if he doesn’t approve, so let’s shoot for somewhere between James Bond and Inspector Clouseau. Can we do that?”
He blows a bubble, pops it, then grins at me. “We can do that.”