Chapter 5Two weeks after I’d run into Noah at the club, or he’d run into me I suppose, either-or, I saw him again. It happened at the same park where I’d first met him. It was early afternoon, late in November. The day was sunny but cold—cold enough that I wondered at my sanity in being there. I was thankful there wasn’t any snow.
“It’s all your fault,” I told Jazz. He looked up at me quizzically. “You could work off your energy in the back yard now that there’s a dog-door, but no-o-o, you want space to run. Either that, or you want me to get my exercise and this is you way of making it happen.”
His reply was to take off, forcing me to run with him. We made it once around the path which circled the park and were about to start on a second lap when I heard, “It’s a good day to be out, if
