Chapter 49.
Jasper’s POV.
The week came and rolled by in a flash. I’d spent some more time with Keira, noting intimate or concrete, just some little interaction to keep things going. I’d noticed something was a little off, like she was carrying something heavy in her heart, a weight she wouldn’t share no matter how hard I pressed. It seemed to me that the girl was in some way alien to being cared for. I wasn’t want to try much so I gave it up after the first time.
It was soon weekend and I had bigger fish to fry. We were parked just outside the jazz record store. Clinton left the engine running so we could keep the air conditioning on. It had gotten hot and I didn’t want to wind my windows down. For the purpose of the meeting, I’d had Clinton drive me in one of my least used cars. Of co
