Chapter 91

“How old were you?”

“It’s English. Miss Smythe. She was always relaxed.”

That explained why he’d got away with the doodlings. “So we were…”

“About fourteen. Fifteen.”

Air caught in the back of Dean’s throat. “You…knew…?” He couldn’t finish the question. Dean expected Jay to blush. He didn’t.

“Of course I knew. How old does one have to be?”

Dean eased up his grip on the book. “You couldn’t have foreseen a time when we’d get together.”

“Not foreseen. Dreamed of.” Jay gave a barely-there shrug. Now, when there appeared to be no reason, he did flush. His voice emerged small, abashed. “I often feel as though I’m dreaming. I keep thinking I can’t possibly be this lucky.”