He was Jamie, he was beautiful, and my arms — mine, not Melanie’s — longed to hold him. Tears filled my eyes and trickled down my face. I could only hope they were invisible in the dim light. “Jeb,” Jamie said — a gruff greeting. His eyes passed swiftly over me and away. His voice was so deep! Could he really be so old? I realized with a double pang of guilt that I’d just missed his fourteenth birthday.
