Why was Jamie just sitting there? Should she have invited him in? She almost had, but settled on an impulsive kiss, afraid he’d reject her invitation with the disdain he normally showed toward her. Finally, he drove away, and she dropped the blind back into place. God, why did she have to act so stupid around him? He’d just made her so nervous that she’d giggled like an idiot, then hadn’t even remembered to turn on the car’s lights. But he’d been nice to her, and he’d said he worried about her. How long had it been since anyone had cared enough about her to worry? She picked up the cat making figure eights around her legs and held him above her head. “He’s worried about me, Junior. What do you have to say about that?” Dale Junior meeped, his word for feed me now! Apparently, her cat didn’t understand the importance of having someone concerned about her. Something had changed. Jamie had actually smiled at her. How pathetic that a few kind words and a brief smile had sent her heart racing.
