Chapter 12Trey and Jamie walked slowly across a large intersection in Ginza. Multicolored signs with store names in Japanese, French and English rose gently along the buildings, their lights shining into the darkness overhead. Clusters of salarymen and slowly strolling couples spoke in drunken or hushed tones about where to go next. Jamie felt comfortable inside the glowing, humming lattice of wide sidewalks and straight streets.
Trey paused at a busy corner and turned to Jamie. “I’d like to take you to another of your father’s favorite places, just for a nightcap?”
“Jet lag is calling me home.” Jamie resisted the urge to yawn again. She’d yawned so many times at dinner, the chef made a joke about it in the restaurant Trey took her to, a sushi-sashimi place so exclusive, they had their o
