“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