Even though every nerve in her body was on fire, Olivia was nothing if not professional. She shifted gears instantly and followed him to the coat hooks. “How is that possible? You’re saying this thing has been here for almost twenty years?”
“Yeah. It’s definitely my mom’s.” The expression on Jake’s face tugged at her heart. “I remember it because she’d just bought it, and I’d forgotten my backpack at school so she lent it to me. It’s not exactly boy-friendly, so the first chance I got I balled it up in my pocket. See, it has this little pouch attached that turns into a bag that holds the bag.”
He slung it over one broad shoulder, where it looked so ridiculous that she couldn’t help laughing. “Very fetching. I like it. I still have trouble believing it’s hers. How many people have stayed
