The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time Jett pulled into Jamie's neighborhood.
Jett cut the engine and sat there for a moment, listening to the quiet.
The street was empty, lined with modest luxury apartment buildings and houses. The atmosphere was peaceful, the rain contributed a lot to that, and beside him, Jamie looked ready to explode
He had spent the entire ride glaring out the window, arms folded so tightly across his chest that the seatbelt strained against him. His hair was still wet, curls darkened by rain and cheeks flushed pink from anger and cold.
And the moment the car stopped, his tiny fingers were already flying to the door handle.
"We're here. Unlock the damn door." He ordered.
"Chill sweetheart." Jett reached over and hit the button.
