“Jay. Sit down.”
The heap of books and notes and practice exams did not admit this, in practice. Jason shifted weight, in place.
His parents had sort of halfway redecorated Allie’s room; the curving princess bed had gone, replaced by a more adult-guest-friendly version, and the girl-fronted LA rock band posters were gone too. But the old star lamp remained, and a music-playing jewelry box on the dresser, and her old bookshelf, mostly holding nonfiction and memoirs and whatever hadn’t fit in her law student apartment.
She’d been a Colby Kent fan for years, before everything. Adoring his movies, his roles, his public persona, the generosity that baked birthday cakes for castmates and volunteered with children’s literacy programs. She’d been running blogs, sharing pictures, helping arrange
