Second request

Jason crosses his arms and leans back against the hall, still scowling. “I don’t like it that Reese doesn’t know about this. For the record, I was not in agreement with letting Misty in there.” He looks away, knowing Nate is right about his temper, and trying to keep it under control.


Carson doesn’t move, but continues to look at Misty with intrigue. “You’ve had no fear from the beginning. You’re different, Misty, I’ll give you that. Even if I wasn’t a despicable creature, most would be scared off simply being in the same room with a guy who’s been four days without showering, shaving or changing clothes.” A wry grin slips before he can cover it up again.

He glances to the door. “Go tell them I want Jamie.”