Despite the frustration wrought by the conversation with Grey, as well as the ominous cloud of Murtagh’s observation, Jamie was in an incredibly good mood. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled for no reason. He’d have to say that his last genuine smile had been with his Da the day before he died as they laughed together, working on that dumb old pickup. During his years with Colum, all of his smiles had a purpose: smile to charm, to manipulate, to ensnare, to seduce. None of those smiles were him, not really. And then, he met a curly-haired Sassenach in line at a coffee house and she had a smile on his face — wide and real— within seconds.
He was just now leaving that same coffee house with a paper bag full of special birthday muffins, turning in the direction back towards his flat, when his phone started to ring. He frowned down at the screen, not recognizing the number.
Tori