Chapter 19

He heard the bathroom door slam, and smiled to himself. “Okay, then,” he said, setting the picnic hamper down.

The food had been out of the refrigerator a long time now, so Jamie figured he’d let Luke deal with it. He didn’t want Sofia to eat anything from there.

He toed off his boots, setting them aside, and hung up his jacket. He tidied up Sofia’s things too, then went to put Luke’s key onto the sideboard. Jamie hesitated, and wondered if he’d have his own key to the apartment someday.

He rolled his eyes at himself, and set the key down. He had dinner to make, no time for daydreaming.

Jamie took the groceries to the kitchen, which was thankfully clear and tidy. Not something he was used to, living with his messy room-mate.

“Um, right,” he muttered, placing the bag on the counter. His hair was already tied back out of the way, so he went to the sink and washed his hands.