I shook my head, to clear it, and looked up to find Ian’s eyes on me, soft brown and full of speculation. “Yes,” I said baldly, in answer to his look. “I am. Brianna and Roger, too.” Jamie, who had paused to disentangle a phrase, looked up. He saw Ian’s face, and mine, and reached to put his hand on mine.
Ian learns about time trival and Claire, Bree and Roger
