Seeing Jamie standing in the doorway almost caused Dillon to lose his nerve. All last night at work and all this morning at home, he’d planned what he was gonna say.
It took him a minute to realize he’d forgotten everything he’d hoped to recite. The fact that Jamie looked less than glad to see him didn’t help. Neither did the half-spoken, half-barked, “What do you want?” that came out of Jamie’s mouth.
Forcing a smile, he pulled the package he held from behind his back. “I brought you these.”
Jamie took the box of chocolate-chunk cookies that Dillon had bought from Hailey’s Café just that afternoon and held it away from himself like it was poisonous. “Why would you bring me cookies?”
Dillon cleared his throat. “I remembered that you liked these. And,” he braced himself, “I was hoping
