“Oh,” I said, and the tone of my voice made Jamie look at me, rather than at the hardbound book in its plastic-covered dust jacket. The Soul of a Rebel, it said. The Scottish Roots of the American Revolution. By Franklin W. Randall, PhD. Bree was looking at Jamie, a small anxious frown between her brows, but at this, she turned to me. “I haven’t read it yet,” she said. “But you—either of you,” she added, glancing between me and Jamie, “are welcome to read it anytime. If you want to.” I met Jamie’s eyes. His brows lifted briefly and he looked away.
