“Well, then.” Leaning back in his chair like I had slapped him, Gerard folded his arms across his chest and called my bluff. “You better hurry up and catch him before he leaves.” He inclined his head to where Jamie was standing in line for lunch. “You know.” He shrugged just as nonchalantly as I had before adding, “Just in case.” “Fine.” The wave of rejection that washed over me had my pride forcing me to stand up and say, “I will.” “You do that,” he called after me. “Oh, don’t worry,” I tossed over my shoulder. “I’m going to.” “Fine!” “Fine!”
