“Aye,” answered George with a sigh. “Jen, love.”
The others, he saw, were also gaping at the newcomer, who turned out to be Jennifer Harrison from school. The one Logan brooded over and talked most often about. Mark didn’t know what to think. What’s she doing here? And what’s all that “Jen, love” nonsense about?
Logan was staring at Jennifer disbelievingly, his ears reddened – either in embarrassment or in fury, Mark couldn’t tell. “Jenny?”
“Has he told you yet?” Jennifer asked George coldly without giving the redhead a glance.
George put an arm around her and gently patted her hand.
“Not yet, love,” he answered in a strange, subdued voice. “Be patient. He will.”