Jag didn't think much of her promise, not when she was ignorant enough to ask a question like that. But she was a kid. She was a kid. "All right," he simply said, before turning away and stepping the rest of the way towards Emma.

Not the right Emma. He couldn't step into her space, wrap an arm around her and breathe her in, focus on her fingers running through his hair. So he stopped beside her instead, blowing the smoke out to the side.