Jamie edged closer to me as the night wore on. I didn’t realize that I was combing my fingers through his hair as I talked until I noticed Jeb staring at my hand. I folded my arms across my body. Finally, Jeb yawned a huge yawn that had me and Jamie doing the same. “You tell a good story, Wanda,” Jeb said when we were all done stretching. “It’s what I did . . . before. I was a teacher, at the university in San Diego. I taught history.” “A teacher!” Jeb repeated, excited. “Well, ain’t that amazin’? There’s something we could use around here.
