Jamie’s not that bad,Alex thought, surprised at the
involuntary smile that spread across his face when he thought of
the way the street lamps had washed Jamie’s chest with a warm
light. He’d wanted to call the shelter when he got home, just to
talk to him again, say he was sorry one more time. He still didn’t
know why Jamie had suddenly stormed off like that…
Unless he doesn’t think I’m coming back.
Alex frowned at that. Maybe I wasn’t going to, not at first, but
I can’t let him down. Even if he didn’t make me feel the way he
does, I couldn’t just walk out of his life, not now.
In the end, he hadn’t called Jamie because he didn’t want to
pester the poor kid. He’d call that evening, when he got off from
work, right? Eight o’clock, that’s what he’d said, but once he got
home, time seemed to drag. At quarter ‘til, he figured it was close
enough.
For one heart-stopping moment he couldn’t find Father Taylor’s
letter, but it had fallen between the table and his bed. After