Chapter 4
Jason nodded, looking at Colby.
“Okay.” Jill got up. “Okay. Brian, you can come back. Colby, you tell us when you’re ready.”
“Colby…” Jason said.
“I’ve got a lot of historically accurate pillows at hand to hit you with if you ask me whether I’m sure.”
“You said once that you weren’t good at people,” Jason said. “But you are.”
“And you’re being nice. I talk far too much and at the wrong times. It’s just that for some reason some people put up with me. Jillian. Andy. You. If I lie back down, you can come over and be, er, on top of me, and I think it’ll work if you carry on looking at me and I can see you and you don’t move too fast?”
“I don’t put upwith you.” Some other emotion flared in those forest-pool eyes, and vanished too soon for a name; Jason sighed. “You don’t believe me.”
“I might. You let me stay and sleep in your bed, this morning. You—you held me as if you wanted to.”
“I did,” Jason said. “I do.”