There was another knock at the door, and John frowned at it. “Not now,” he said. “Come back later.” “Well, I would,” said a polite voice in a Scottish accent. “But there’s some urgency, ken?” The door opened, and Jamie stepped in, closing it behind him. He saw me, stood stock-still for an instant, and then I was in his arms, the overwhelming warmth and size of him blotting out in an instant everything around me.
