I can’t help but to laugh at that nose wrinkle, familiar because I’ve seen it so many times on my own face. He sits down and I move my book to the little table next to the loveseat, also grinding my smoldering cigarette into the ash tray there.

Jamie is quiet for a few moments and I sit up a little straighter, glancing at him curiously. It seems like it’s going to be important, whatever he says, so I wait patiently. I’m certainly not expecting what he does say, but my lips immediately curl into a warm smile.

“I had a suspicion,” I reply, unfurling myself from the blanket and lifting one side in invitation for Jamie to move closer. “Here, last night? Tell me all about it.”