She was still in his body, leaning forward with his hands planted on the table, her expression a mix of fury and panic. “You gonna come down and eat, or do I have to drag you? I made lasagna.”

Ken rolled his eyes and hauled himself up, trudging down the steps. “You’re the one breaking stuff. He stumbled back, clutching the sweater to her chest, and for a moment, they just stared at each other,BJ Addicted breathing hard.

“This is messed up,” he muttered, finally breaking the silence.

“You think?” Linda shot back, but her voice softened, just a fraction.