Take ownership. Stay here. Half an hour of hand-holding and praying it out had convinced him once and for all to wave the white fag. He liked her. He wanted to pursue something deeper than friendship. If she snubbed him and rode of into the sunset in her ugly gray van, he’d be trashed for a while. But not trying would drive him crazy. “She probably helped design it—planned exactly where she wanted each wall.” A featherlight fist cuffed his arm. “Are you familiar with the serenity prayer, Mr. Braden?”