“Do you want me to get you some coffee?” Bull asked Jamie. “They have muffins downstairs.”
“No, I promised I would have tea with Brian and Jim at ten,” Jamie said, sounding sincere in his refusal. “Maybe this afternoon.”
Jamie went through his day on automatic pilot. He felt sluggish because he didn’t get enough sleep and there was a discernible tension between him and Bull, despite both of them trying for an air of normalcy. It would get better with time.
* * * *
Jim and Brian sat in the kitchen waiting for Jamie. “How are we going to get those two together? How can they both be so fucking blind?” Jim said, frustration evident in his voice.
“I’ve got it,” Brian said, punching his fist in the air.
“Calm down, your team didn’t win the World Series,” Jim said with asperity as he raised his eyebrow.