6My resolution to not let Jim get too close was tested the very moment I entered the living room and saw him sitting on the couch next to Jen, who was very animatedly telling him something funny that Marbles had done that day. With one booted foot resting on one knee, Jim was dressed in his usual uniform of jeans and a t-shirt, but there was something different about him. His dark jeans weren’t battered like the ones he’d been wearing the two times I’d seen him previously, and his navy blue t-shirt didn’t bear even the faintest trace of dirt, nor did his boots. Also, his thick, longish, tousled hair looked like it was slightly damp, like he’d very recently taken a shower. He was clean-shaven, too, all traces of stubble gone.
I had a feeling I was seeing Jim’s not-on-patrol-so-I’m-a-little
