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While Valerie was getting Jacob the glass of milk, he turned his attention to Paige. “Who’s Jamie?”
Paige exchanged a quick look with Valerie, who was trying not to laugh; apparently Jacob had heard some of their conversation. “He’s someone on a TV show that your grandma and I watch.”
“What show?”
“It’s called Outlander.”
“And you like Jamie because he has long hair?”
The question caught her off guard. “Well, uh … sort of.”
Jacob pursed his mouth a little. “My dad’s hair is long.”
“I know.”
“Do you like my dad because he has long hair?”
“Well, uh … no. I do like your dad’s long hair, but that’s not really why I like him.”
“Oh. Then why do you like him?”
Caught off guard even more, Paige glanced over at Valerie, who had lost the battle and was now laughing—albeit silently—then turned back to Jacob, who was patiently waiting for an answer. “Well, for a lot of reasons. He’s really nice, and …” she trailed off, searching for something else that was Rated G. “He’s also funny.”
Seemingly satisfied with those reasons, Jacob nodded. “He can move heavy stuff, too.”
“Really? What kind of heavy stuff?”
Jacob’s eyebrows drew together as he thought about that. “He moved a chair.”
“How big was the chair?”
“It was really big.”
She gave him a Wow, that’s impressive look. “Well, that’s good to know, in case I need help moving heavy stuff someday.”
Valerie walked around the island and gave Jacob his glass of milk. “Here you go, honey.”
“Thank you.”
She patted his head. “You’re welcome.”
They watched him leave, holding the glass carefully, even though it was only half-full, and a few moments later they heard David asking, “What are they doing?”
“Talking,” Jacob answered.
The two women locked gazes.
“Did David send Jacob in to spy on us?” Paige whispered.
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” was Valerie’s whispered response.
Then, a heartbeat later, they both dashed over to the doorway as one, each taking a side and cocking an ear toward the living room, just in time to hear David ask, “Just talking? Not cooking?”
Jacob’s answer must have been non-verbal, because David then asked, “Well, what were they talking about?”
“Someone named Jamie.” There was a pause, and then Jacob clarified, “On the TV.”
“Oh, God.” David groaned like he was in pain. “We’re never going to eat.”
