The host led me through the tables to a booth in the corner where Jamie sat. Seated next to him was a beautiful young woman with warm café au lait skin, eyes almost as green as mine, and a mass of reddish-brown curls.
Jamie slid out of the booth. I expected him to reach out to shake my hand, but instead he hugged me. “I’m so very sorry,” he murmured in my ear.
“Thank you.” I returned his hug and kissed his cheek. Trevalyans had never been a demonstrative family, but Jeremy had been so starved for any sort of affection that I’d found myself giving him as much as I could. As a result, I’d also had no problem showing my son how much I cared about him.
He tightened his grip for a moment, then released me and stepped back. “It’s good to see you, sir.”
“It’s good to see you, too.”
“How was
