Aunt Helen scoffed. “Well, some security you are if you don’t triple check IDs at the door!” she replied before turning back to her nephew. “Seriously though, Jamie, we need to get you set up with somebody nice.”
“Not interested, Aunt Helen.” He smiled, eyes flickering in Chris’s direction again. He had stopped laughing but was smiling at him. Jamie felt his stomach flutter again.
“Well, you can’t go sleeping around for much longer, honey. You deserve somebody who’ll take care of you.” She poured them both more sake and picked up her chopsticks as their food arrived. “Now, I’ve brought you into town with the express purpose of buying you a birthday present. I was going to buy you a car, but you can’t drive right now because of your feet, but I was thinking maybe an outfit for your party?
