Chapter 13

“At the radio station?” Jamie asked. “Can I come? You

said—”

“I have to see,” Alex replied quickly. “I’ll ask tomorrow.

It should be okay, but I just want to make sure, you

know?”

“Yeah.” Jamie picked at the hem of Alex’s sleeve; every

now and then his fingers brushed along Alex’s skin, leaving fire in

their wake. “So what about the next day?”

“I have to work, Jamie,” Alex replied, moving back

slightly. Jamie’s hand fell away and in the growing dusk he

frowned. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see,” Jamie echoed softly. When Alex nodded, he

scowled. “So that’s it? You do your good deed for the week, take

the poor kid out to lunch, and when he asks if you’ll be back you

just say ‘we’ll see’?”

Alex shook his head. “No, Jamie—”

“You’re busy tomorrow,” Jamie pointed out, his voice

hardening with anger again. “You’re busy the next day. You’re

leaving now. Shit, Alex, don’t play me like this. If you don’t