Dillon parked his car in the usual space. Shutting off the ignition, he turned to Jamie. “You sure you want to do this? Your aunt said she’d write you an excuse so you could stay home today.”
Jamie zipped his coat and donned his gloves. “So I can do what, sit at home all day and think about Ben? About how much I’m going to miss him? I’m better off here.” His voice dropped so low that Dillon could barely hear him. “I’m better off with you.”
Dillon reached over and squeezed his hand. “Okay, then. Meet me back here for lunch?”
“How about meeting me at the lockers, instead? It’s too damn cold out here.”
Dillon laughed and got out of the car. “I’ll see you then.”
If days went any slower, Dillon had never seen one. Besides a myriad of cracks about the fact that he was wearing the same cloth
