“You okay?” he asked gently when he reached me. “I couldn’t get the dress off. Broke the zipper trying. I’ll compensate you for it, obviously, but we might need to arrange a payment plan if it’s made from mammoth tusks or something. Either way, you’ll eventually get your money—” “Jamie.” He tucked a gentle knuckle under my chin and tilted my face so he could scan it properly. “Are. You. Okay?”
