“Hey.” Jamie looks down at me, studying my face. “Don’t let them see you scared, songbird.” My throat tightens as I gaze up at him. Whatever weirdness there was back in the car falls away, and the look he’s giving me is just like when he encouraged me to get on stage in the bar. Like he believes in me. I nod at him. “Yeah. Okay.” “I’m your goalie,” he says. “I’ll block all your shots tonight.” A chuckle escapes me, and I smile at him. The corner of his mouth ticks up, and his eyes fill with affection. For a split second, I wish he’d kiss me again.
