I set his house key on the table.

He pushed mine across the Formica.

One brass key on a plain ring.

The ring had a tiny scratch from my kitchen door.

“You look exhausted, Sloane.”

“There’s a thirty-thousand-dollar hold on the corporate account as of this morning.”

He waved his hand like he was brushing off a fly.

“It’s only a temporary hold while they move their membership portal over.”