Page 42 of Isaiah and Jameson
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“Good. Do you need anything? I might get a drink.” His family all thought Jamie was too familiar, but he’d been Isaiah’s only friend for a long time.
“Can I join you? I’ve missed you.” It wasn’t a lie, either.
“As I have you.” That pleased smile spoke volumes about how long it had been.
“Come then. We’ll have a sip and a sit.”
“Sounds amazing.” Diego moved with him, matching him step for step, and he pushed Damian out of his mind.
“It does. Should we play cribbage?”
“I love that idea. I’ll get the drinks if you set up the board.”
“Fair enough.” He let all the nonsense—good and bad—go. Time to relax.
