Luke shrugged. “Wasn’t sure kids were your thing.”
“It’s not about kids,” Jamie said, huffing in frustration, “it’s about being in your life, Luke. I just…I feel like we’ve been stuck on the same page for a while now. I want to know you’re going to include me.”
“Okay,” Luke muttered, feeling awkward and bad. “I mean, I didn’t know you wanted that.”
“I’ve been dropping hints,” Jamie told him. “I literally told you twice that my lease is coming up soon, and you didn’t say anything about us moving in together.”
“Uh…” Luke’s head started to spin. “I’m not great with hints. Wait, you want to live together? But—”
“Not now, I don’t,” Jamie grumbled, and grabbed his bag. “Not if you’re going to pretend I don’t exist for a whole month because you don’t want your daughter to meet me. You can kiss my ass.”
He started to leave the room, but Luke stopped him gently. “Hey, hey. Just calm down a minute. I didn’t say that. Let’s talk about it.”