I meant to help Laurie out of the car like a gracious host — and hopefully get my arms around him in the process — but he'd already slipped out the back driver's side door before I could get near him.
He stood in my driveway, his arms wrapped around him — where mine ought to have been, damn it all — and shivering in the cold, his body language screaming to keep the fuck away from him.
My place wasn't much to look at, with its weathered blue paint and nondescript architecture, and the brown bits of lawn poking through snow didn't help.
At least a few trees clustered around it, giving it some kind of visual… something. Yeah. They didn't help much.
When Jason backed out of the driveway, shaking his head and probably laughing his ass off at me, that left me and Laurie alone, looking at the house.
